Summerfell was ringed by a tall and dense forest, a jungle, wetter and more filled with life than the great woods of the North. There was one wood-lined path that led to the rest of the island and, beyond that, the sea. Bran hadn't seen it yet, but he could hear under the chirps and rustling of the jungle. Tomorrow, he would see if it was as wide and blue as everyone said.

This afternoon he was in the yard practicing with the borrowed wheeled chair with Summer watching every move. Moving himself was tiring and hurt his arms if he did it too long, but if he wanted to go places without being carried or pushed Bran would have to get better. For now he was doing slow, imprecise spins.

When he spun all the way back into place, there was a woman standing there. Her long, rich dress was more like something from home than anything else wore, and Bran liked it immediately. "Hello."