5MinMar: Lizard Lions

Setting a 5 min clock to write something up re ASOIAF. Thinking Greywater Watch. Timer starts now.

Greywater Watch in the Neck where they'll get yo neck is a funny thing indeed. The Lizard Lions lurk beneath Moat Cailin, protected by the North and yet sunk in the bog of the marshes of the region. Howland Reed makes his seat at the castle which supposedly floats, and Jojen and Meera are indeed Reeds as well. The magic evoked by the neck and the Reeds is very earthy, fierce in its employ in poison darts and connected to Life in its more elevated expression. The earthiness is reflected in the tight knit relationship found with the children of the forest, who find haven in this place of nature where life grows relentlessly.

Jojen forms a connection with the South and its forceful life. The forceful life that is a life that grows, not multiplies. The forceful life that is diametrically opposed with the Death. Is it Melisandre I hear now, rumbling low and pure, the R'hollor is he who gives light...light, or life?

With one more minute on the clock we conclude reflecting on Jojen, the life sacrificed by the green, leading Bran, the life imbued with power to occupy the very weirwoods, into the Earth.

Image by Bertolt Hyronimus