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His mind clouded with Daenerys, the enjoyment they had together. But he couldn't bring himself to be too distracted. Sansa was still out there, the very shred of hope still remained. He had watched every body taken out and none were of red fur like hers. He wanted his sister back in his life. After carefully bringing it up with Balerion, it was allowed for her to live alongside the dragons. He was anxious, hopeful to find her somewhere nearby. His wings carried him all night across the realm, scanning from above. He was so close to giving up, but he knew he couldn't. It was already daybreak. Tired, he settled onto the earth nearby the lake. Light just managed to dance over the mountains, and as he took a couple laps of water his icy gaze settled on the fire red fur across the water from him. They widened as he froze for a moment. Could it be?
"Sansa . . ." He whispered under his breath, before leaping into the air in excitement, his wings carrying him across the water swiftly only to crash into her. Laughter came from his maw as he nuzzled into her nape. "Sansa!" He shouted, his tail wagging happily. "By the gods, it's really you! I thought . . ." He gave a soft sigh as his eyes looked to meet hers before he got off of her. "I thought the worst, but I didn't see your body so I had hope." He gave a soft sigh of relief, a smile on his maw. "I tried to find you in the battle, it was . . . It was awful." He gave another sigh, shaking his head.
"We have a lot to catch up on. For starters, your tormentors and captors are dead. A new King and Queen reign Drekistone, they want me to bring you home." He said with a small chuckle. "It's no Winterfell or Kings Landing, but it's not home without you." His icy eyes were pleading, hoping she would agree to come home. "And . . . The last Targaryen is here. The Mad Kings daughter? She's . . . She's my mate. We're expecting children. You're going to be an Aunt, Sansa." He said softly, hopeful she would come to meet her new sister-in-law despite the lore of her lineage. "It's a good home, good rulers. They're stable and trustworthy." He murmured before seeing the small child. His head craned to the side briefly. "Well hello." He spoke softly to her. "I'm sorry, that was awfully rude of me. My name is Ghost of House Stark, I'm Lady Sansa's brother."
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