the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

[prophesied]

a falling star fell from your heart, and landed in my eye

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[prophesied]

[ As Bran awakens, so too does Jojen. But his is with a grimace, as he moves to sit up from where he's been laying in the pit of the crater. His everything aches, but he tries to turn his focus outwards instead of on himself. The ache will go before too long, and he just shifts so that he can get his long legs under him. Smoothing a hand through his disheveled hair, he tries to keep his balance as he starts to move around.

It gets the feeling back into his limbs, thankfully, although his head still aches. He doesn't know if this is because of his crash landing or because of his dream, but all the same he pushes it away as best he can so that he can climb out when the time comes.

But then he hears movement, and looks up. There's Bran, with Hodor, and he offers him a crooked, squinty grin. ] Ah, there you are.

[climbed]

[ unbelievable, just, unbelievable. the boy from his dreams, the star is literally right there. bran stares down at him with big huge wide eyes, mouth open like he can't even believe what's happening. (he can't.) when is bran's luck ever this real?

it isn't. ] Hodor--come on, we have to help him.

[ hodor agrees with him ("hodor") and clambers over the edge of the crater, sliding down the side with a lot of ease for a man of his size; bran practically climbs up his shoulders to make sure he can see him better, and he tries to stem all of his wild curiosity, his childish excitement. ] Are you alright?

[prophesied]

[ Taking a step back so that Hodor won't wind up landing on him, should he trip, Jojen works on dusting himself off. His white clothes are a little scuffed up, to be honest, and he stands out like a... well, like a star in the night. That won't do, he can't exactly risk drawing more attention to himself than he probably already has. ]

Rather rough landing, but I do think I'll live. [ He lifts his gaze up from accessing himself to Bran and his giant friend, coming closer to him and bringing a hand up to pat Hodor on the shoulder. ] Good job, Hodor. Thank you.