Blue Cotton. Chapter IVJon’s horse ran through the forests; this time, his rider had a heavy burden and many doubts. Nonetheless, he tried to focus his mind in a single purpose. The blue cotton. Those rare medicinal mushrooms for Pyp, which he must find at any cost.Blue Cotton. Chapter IV by Madara-Nycteris
“Please, Jon.”, was all that Grenn had said before he left. The Aurochs did not ask for his own life. He knew very well that Jon only had three days, but likely, Pyp did not have that much, and that was his main concern. Jon gave him a simple nod, spurred his horse, and started a frantic ride to south among a cloud of snow and dust, followed closely by Ghost.
Jon always wanted to know southern people. Pyp was a mummer. He even had born on the road, but the mummers took him with them all around Westeros, so he became an authentic nomad, who knew every single song, legend, accent and story from every village in the realm. Anyway, Jon always thought that his little friend must be a southern. People from North
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