The Heartwood the wolf and the lion

Giant. Flying. Fire-breathing. Lizard.

Rickon had to take these words one at a time. His eyes slowly widened as the puzzle became picture, and he was left dumbstruck by the imagery provided. He suddenly took a sharp look around, as if he thought one might be obscurely lurking near; as if he thought he could somehow miss a thing like that. More than anything else there was emptiness. Second to that there was devastation. He realized, after an ache had erupted in his temples, that his eyes were slightly bulged from sheer astonishment, which probably made him look as inept as felt. Rickon swallowed the dry lump in his throat, and forced his expression to relax somewhat before facing the myth-weaver again. "Fire does this?" he asked her, the oracle apparent, come to alleviate him of his woeful ignorance— and he would ask as many questions as she allowed.