If you passed through this way before, you might have noticed a modest stone cabin in a clearing, with a fire always burning inside. You might even have noticed a great white wolf asleep near its steps, or prowling the deep woods nearby. The architecture of the cabin was rustic, or medieval.
All of that is gone. A castle stands in its place.
It's big, or it isn't; it's hard to say in the Horizon. You might remember a blink of it from your dreams, months ago. As large as it may seem, there are only a few places you can go in it: the first is a courtyard full of training pells with targets on them. Connecting to it in one direction, the great hall of the main building, filled with tables and benches and a high table near a large hearth; in the other, an expansive walled garden with many trees, and a large white one at the center, with red leaves and red sap dripping from the eyes and mouth that someone carved into its bark long ago. A heavy wooden door is set into a wall across from the opening to this wooded area, but it can't be opened. And while there should be many rooms in the castle, there are just two, both down a corridor off the great hall: a bedroom and some sort of study. The study has a table with a map, painted blue rocks to mark it, pens and ink and seals and a pile of correspondence, more chairs by the fire. The bedroom has the same stone walls and slate floors as the other rooms, and a big wooden bed covered in furs.
All the rooms have warm fires and a frankly unusual number of wolf motifs, but other than that, the air is cool, at best -- around 40 F outdoors, warmer inside.
The white wolf, with his deep red eyes, can be found anywhere on the grounds.
HORIZON: WEEKS 3 AND 4, OTA
All of that is gone. A castle stands in its place.
It's big, or it isn't; it's hard to say in the Horizon. You might remember a blink of it from your dreams, months ago. As large as it may seem, there are only a few places you can go in it: the first is a courtyard full of training pells with targets on them. Connecting to it in one direction, the great hall of the main building, filled with tables and benches and a high table near a large hearth; in the other, an expansive walled garden with many trees, and a large white one at the center, with red leaves and red sap dripping from the eyes and mouth that someone carved into its bark long ago. A heavy wooden door is set into a wall across from the opening to this wooded area, but it can't be opened. And while there should be many rooms in the castle, there are just two, both down a corridor off the great hall: a bedroom and some sort of study. The study has a table with a map, painted blue rocks to mark it, pens and ink and seals and a pile of correspondence, more chairs by the fire. The bedroom has the same stone walls and slate floors as the other rooms, and a big wooden bed covered in furs.
All the rooms have warm fires and a frankly unusual number of wolf motifs, but other than that, the air is cool, at best -- around 40 F outdoors, warmer inside.
The white wolf, with his deep red eyes, can be found anywhere on the grounds.
Did you find yourself here at Winterfell?