Swiftcurrent Creek the pointy end

October needn't worry about Rickon's reaction, because not only was he startlingly easy to please, he was beyond fascinated with her and every word that came from her mouth. Of course he enjoyed chatting and listening on principle, but there was something special about the snow-drift girl with the sunblazing eyes— something that made normal things seem like a tower of joy.

Her woven tale gave him vivid images, all culminating to the sweet telling of an underappreciated boy, Hans, who was secretly the only one in an entire kingdom with the right kind of charisma needed woo the emotionally guarded princess. He wondered if October had meant to or not, but he couldn't help but feel a small kinship with the story's lucky protagonist. Though he certainly wasn't built like pushover, and didn't often seem clever at any speed, he'd certainly been the underdog the Trenches— the abused and under-valued. Wouldn't it be something if he could charm the most beautiful princess there was?

He looked at October, brows lifted and mouth curved broadly as he smiled. "Wow," he breathed. "Happily ever after, huh?" Rickon looked wistful, as if he saw something in the shy there that needed to be unearthed in the soft creases of her face. "I could use a ending like that."