You’re cool, you’re funny, you’re clever. You know Norwegian! On a full moon, you drag a chicken round on a string and transform somewhere quiet. The rest of the month, you don’t have to change at all, cos you’re perfect.
Meera Reed was sixteen, a woman grown, but she stood no higher than her brother. All the crannogmen were small, she told Bran once when he asked why she wasn’t taller. Brown-haired, green-eyed, and flat as a boy, she walked with a supple grace that Bran could only watch and envy. Meera wore a long sharp dagger, but her favorite way to fight was with a slender three-pronged frog spear in one hand and a woven net in the other.