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Once when they were fifteen, after Nell had been betrothed to Robb but before they’d come to Winterfell, a summer snow had frozen solid part of the Short Spear of the Saltspear that led up to Barrowton. It was more creek or stream than river, but Dana had gamely coaxed Nell out onto the ice all the same, and they’d raced down stream, sliding and shouting and laughing, confident that it would hold them, for they’d seen deer crossing it the day before, and confident that even were it to crack- well, the water was only five feet deep!
— Dana IV, Haunt/Hunt by @dwellordream
My girls 🥹 (they make me violently sob)
Based of these designs by me:
Nell looks a lot like my Barbrey here, but I think I kinda like it
My headcanon of Nell having bangs will never die
She wants Mother back so much it hurts. They shouldn’t have put her in the crypts. She never wanted that. She wanted to be buried somewhere the sun could find. She never wanted to be with the dead boys down in the dark. They frightened her. “I dream of them sometimes,” she’d told Nell once, while they visited their remains, the lantern shaking badly in her hands. “I sit down to feast and the boys are sitting with me, and they all have blood in their hair and your father’s eyes.” Nell’s eyes.
Donella I, Haunt/Hunt by @dwellordream
Throwback to my drawing back in November lol
I have some ideas of making chapter by chapter art, but I also have like many other ideas so if I were to do it it might take me till the year 2038