[Riding any creature is partly about having the balance and strength to keep your seat, and to not interfere with the animal’s own balance. That Jon is a practiced rider is a boon of being raised as a lord’s son and not a servant. He is uncertain, at first, but he feels her gratitude and tries to make her feel secure in return.
He keeps his seat well enough as she moves, clinging to the two spikes that protrude from her spine.
This is strange: it reminds him of carrying one of his brothers or Arya about on his shoulders when they were small. Arya was almost too close to him in age for it, nearly too big once he was big enough to do it, though she was always little for her age. Bran and Rickon, though, he had carried them each around the yard once or twice while their mother wasn’t looking. The thought of it makes him feel pleasantly nostalgic, a warmth that may pass into the empathy bond.
But if that’s what this is like, then he’s the little child now. And they still have a fight ahead of them.]
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He keeps his seat well enough as she moves, clinging to the two spikes that protrude from her spine.
This is strange: it reminds him of carrying one of his brothers or Arya about on his shoulders when they were small. Arya was almost too close to him in age for it, nearly too big once he was big enough to do it, though she was always little for her age. Bran and Rickon, though, he had carried them each around the yard once or twice while their mother wasn’t looking. The thought of it makes him feel pleasantly nostalgic, a warmth that may pass into the empathy bond.
But if that’s what this is like, then he’s the little child now. And they still have a fight ahead of them.]
Do you have fire in you?
[What will it feel like when that begins?]