weirwood

oh-jepthefranto  asked:

Hi there, Looking at Sansa in new trailer it gives me vibe that it will be parallel with scene where LF tried to kiss her, she refused & walkaway. But this time (I'm a bit tinfoily here.) Jon try to kiss her (he succeeded) & sansa who is shocked and confused with her feeling, decide to walkaway but this time jon doesn't even try to stop her from walking away like LF did in season 6. That's probably why she looks a bit sad and wanting to look back as we seen in the trailer. What do u think?

I already wrote why I think symbolically it makes sense as a Jon/Sansa confession~*~ scene here. And here I explained the Cat/Ned parallels of being sad Ned/Jon is going south even when you think he must.

However I will note while before I thought it was odd they would execute/sacrifice LF in the Godswood, I was reminded that the First Men used to give human sacrifices to the Old Gods by feeding them to weirwood trees. Seeing as ghost is compared to a weirwood tree, maybe this implies ghost will eat/kill LF, like @thenedfur has suggested to me. I mean, I’d be down for that!

Your theory makes sense though! It’s one thing I think could happen! :)

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Weirwoods are considered sacred to the followers of the old gods. The children of the forest are said to have carved faces in the weirwoods during the Dawn Age, before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea. It is said that through the faces the old gods watch over the followers and bear witness to important events. The greenseers of the children of the forest can see through the eyes of weirwoods. Since trees have no sense of time, the greenseer can see into the past or present when looking through the eyes of a tree.

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For a long moment there was no sound but the wind and the water and the creak of leaf and limb. And then, far far off, beyond the godswood and the haunted towers and the immense stone walls of Harrenhal, from somewhere out in the world, came the long lonely howl of a wolf. Gooseprickles rose on Arya’s skin, and for an instant she felt dizzy. Then, so faintly, it seemed as if she heard her father’s voice. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives,” he said.
“But there is no pack,” she whispered to the weirwood. Bran and Rickon were dead, the Lannisters had Sansa, Jon had gone to the Wall. “I’m not even me now, I’m Nan.”
“You are Arya of Winterfell, daughter of the north. You told me you could be strong. You have the wolf blood in you.”

DONE! The She wolf, mother of the prince that was promised and the Knight of the laughing tree. I would sell my face to watch a GOT spin off featuring The  Tourney at Harrenhal and Robert’s Rebellion. More awesome ladies to come ;)

Bite the hand I fed you! Here’s the next Game of Thrones sketch I’m doing. It’s Jon Snow’s direwolf, “Ghost”, emerging from the shadows of the wierwood grove where Jon took his oath to join the Night’s Watch. Ghost has the hand of a wight in his maw and when I read the scene this image sprung to mind and has been scrabbling to be let out, ever since. The limited color pallete was fun to work with and all that was needed for this particular image. Red and white for 98% of the composition and just a splash of blue to accentuate the other-worldliness of the wight’s arm. I imagine there was a bit more room in the grove for oath-taking activities and such but luckily I picked up my artistic license the other day so I get to fudge these things a bit. Next up in the series, Tyrion or Viserys, but first, back to painting to prepare for the big Plein Air Convention & Expo, next week!

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GOT + Weirwood  The center of the grove an ancient weirwood brooded over a small pool where the waters were black and cold. “The heart tree,” Ned called it. The weirwood’s bark was white as bone, its leaves dark red, like a thousand bloodstained hands. A face had been carved in the trunk of the great tree, its features long and melancholy, the deep-cut eyes red with dried sap and strangely watchful. They were old, those eyes; older than Winterfell itself. They had seen Brandon the Builder set the first stone, if the tales were true; they had watched the castle’s granite walls rise around them. It was said that the children of the forest had carved the faces in the trees during the dawn centuries before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea.

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A piece of art in honor of Game of Thrones CRUSHING it at the Emmy’s, shattering The West Wing’s record for most Emmy’s in a single year! Also, yesterday was the first day of fall so we all know what that means….WINTER IS COMING

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Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.

Awesome ASOIAF Characters You Don’t Know Because You Only Watch Game of Thrones: #34 The Ghost of High Heart

Firstly, the Ghost of High Heart is not an actual ghost. She’s an old lady. I love old ladies (see previous post about my Old Nan obsession). Secondly, it’s not TOO odd that she was cut from Game of Thrones. Until Maggy the Frog appeared in the first episode of this season, many of the characters who spouted prophecies–like Patchface and Quaithe–had been removed or reduced.

We don’t know the Ghost of High Heart’s true name. Barristan Selmy refers to her as a “woods witch” who was friends with Jenny of Oldstones. Jenny of Oldstones was married to Prince Duncan Targaryen (son of Egg from the Dunk and Egg stories, and named for Dunk).

The Ghost of High Heart declared that the “Prince Who Was Promised” would be born from the line of Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen. So their father, Jaehaerys who as then only a prince not king, arranged his two children to be married. They, of course, are Dany’s parents.

The same year that Aerys and Rhaella’s first son, Rhaegar, was born there was a great tragedy at a place called Summerhall, which was a Targaryen castle. We don’t know exactly what happened. But Aegon V, Ser Duncan the Tall, Prince Duncan, and Jenny of Oldstones were all killed. This led to Jaehaerys becoming king instead of his brother.

It was assumed that Jenny’s “woods witch” died at Summerhall as well. But that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Arya encounters her at a place called High Heart in the Riverlands, when  traveling with the Brotherhood without Banners. High Heart is a hill that was sacred to the children of the forest. There are 31 weirwood stumps there and Thoros says they whisper to her. The Ghost herself is rumored to be a child of the forest, which might explain her incredible longevity. Though some just think she’s a dwarf.

The Brotherhood without Banners seek her out intentionally and seem to value her counsel. For rpayament, she asks their musician Tom O’Sevens to play a song–always the same one–about Jenny of Oldstones.

The dwarf woman studied [Arya] with dim red eyes. “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death …” She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart.”

Image of the Ghost of High Heart and the Brotherhood without Banners by Patrick McEvoy for Fantasy Flight Games.

Other Awesome ASOIAF characters

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When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, shethought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.