the hale twins.
“We need to do something. You know, to mark the end of the summer, the end of high school,” Allison says.
“A transitory rite,” Stiles says, mouthing at the string on his hoodie. He’s being doing summer reading, twisting new terms into his vocabulary.
“Yeah, exactly,” Allison says, rolling over on her side to stare up at them. “Road trip?”
“Road trip,” Stiles agrees, grinning off into the distance.
“Well, where to, gang?” Scott asks, leaning back and knitting his hands behind his head, and destinations and distances start spilling from Allison and Stiles’ mouths, lines on a map that doesn’t exist yet.
Scott, once a sworn brother of the Night’s Watch, now a member of the Free Folk. Found north of the Wall away from his ranging party, he forged a friendship with Stiles that saved his life. The two are inseparable, exploring and ranging wide.
Stiles, born to a spearwife and knowing nothing but winter, has been an orphan in his own eyes since he was 12 and his mother was killed during a raid on the Wall. He has no knowledge of his father, but likes it better that way. He’s Free, through and through, and owes none of it to his Crow father.
Laura and Derek of House Mormont, last surviving members of their family. Called Wolfborn for their mother, Talia of House Stark, the two rule the house together, unwilling to leave each other for marriage and other houses. Known to vanish into the woods for days at a time with their hunting dogs, the two inspire whispers that perhaps the myth of Stark blood being warg blood isn’t just a myth.
Allison, daughter of the heir to House Baratheon, headstrong, willful and wanting of everything her name would bring her if she were a man - a warrior, furious and free.
Christopher, heir after his father, Gerard, with only one child. Withdrawn and prone to solving his problems with words instead of a sword, it is his wife, Victoria of House Lannister, that is the mercurial and dangerously sharp one.
Love. You can learn all the math in the ‘Verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don’t love, she’ll shake you off just as sure as the turning of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she’s hurtin’ ‘fore she keens. Makes her a home.
