- Beyond the Wall, the wind doesn’t just bite; it gnaws at you, but in the warmth of our hearth, we shared tales that made us forget the cold.
- Growing up there, you learn quickly that the snow is both your enemy and your blanket; it hides you from the world and exposes you to it.
- We lived with the land, not on it. Every tree, every river told us the stories of the old times, the hard times.
- The wild is harsh, but it teaches you the strength of kinship. We might have had little, but we had each other, always.
- In the true North, every day is a fight for life, but it’s a life filled with the laughter of children and the courage of men and women.
- Raising a child in exile, you’re not just keeping him alive, you’re keeping alive the hope that there’s something better ahead.
- Every step south was a step into the unknown, but I walked it for him, to give him a world where he needn’t fear the setting sun.
- My son knows the names of places we’ve never seen except in the books Sam reads us at night; this is how I show him the world can be kind.
- In exile, every small joy with my son is a victory, a whisper that says we can still build a life, no matter how far from home.
- As a mother in exile, I’ve learned that the hardest battles are fought not with swords but with hope and resilience, every single day.
- When Sam taught me the letters, it was like he opened a door to a new world, where every word held a piece of some great, vast puzzle.
- I used to think magic was something you could only find in tales or the far North, but there’s magic in words, too, and power in knowing them.
- Reading brought me to lands I’d never dreamed I could visit. It taught me that walls aren’t just made of ice; they’re made of ignorance too.
- Each word I read is a seed planted, growing into ideas I never knew I could have.
- Learning to read and write didn’t just change me; it changed the way I see everything, like a window to the south and all its colors.
- Castle Black was nothing like beyond the Wall—it had its own kind of cold, the cold of stone and solitude, but also of safety.
- Living among the crows, I learned that their vows were chains of another kind, but in their eyes, I saw the same longing for freedom we knew.
- The Night’s Watch were wary of us at first, but like the harsh northern ground, respect here must be earned with time and trust.
- Here, every meal is a reminder of the South’s strange ways, but in every shared bread, there’s a new bond formed.
- At Castle Black, I’ve seen men of the Watch find strength in their duty, as we Free Folk find it in our freedom.
- Sam showed me what it means to be brave—not with a sword, but with his heart and his books.
- With Sam, every day is a little journey; through his stories, I’ve traveled farther than I ever did on foot.
- He may not swing a sword like a southron knight, but Sam fights for us, for me and little Sam, with every bit of his being.
- In Sam, I found not just a protector, but a partner. He respects me not as a wildling, but as Gilly, as his equal.
- Our love isn’t the stuff of songs, but it’s real, and it’s strong, and it’s ours. It’s a quiet kind of love, the kind that endures.
- The first time I saw a White Walker, it was like the old tales come to life, but no tale could prepare you for the chill they bring to your soul.
- When you live beyond the Wall, you learn that the shadows hold more than darkness; they whisper of a world old and deep and not meant for the living.
- Seeing the White Walkers changes you; it makes you believe in every dark legend whispered around the fires at night.
- I used to think the greatest threats were the ones that bled; I never imagined the dead walking, their eyes colder than any winter frost.
- To face a creature from the stories meant to scare children into behaving, it’s to know a fear that clings to your bones, a fear you can never truly escape.
- Among the Free Folk, a woman’s strength is not measured by her silence but by her voice, and her voice is as vital as any man’s.
- In the wild, every person, man or woman, knows the feel of a bowstring, the weight of a spear. Survival doesn’t favor one over the other.
- We Wildling women lead, fight, and survive not behind our men, but beside them, as equals, as necessary.
- Coming to Westeros, I saw women bound by rules not of their own making, dressed in silks but shackled by expectations.
- Back home, a woman’s worth isn’t determined by her ability to bear children or her silence; it’s carved out with her own hands and heart.
- In Westeros, their customs are cloaked in courtesy, but sometimes courtesy masks the sharpest blades.
- I learned that a Westerosi smile doesn’t always mean warmth; it can be a harbinger of something colder and more calculating.
- Where I come from, a man’s worth is proven, not proclaimed. In Westeros, titles often weigh more than deeds.
- To dine with the Westerosi is to watch a dance of words and glances; each gesture a calculated step, every word a move in a silent battle.
- In the North, we share our fires and our meals freely; in Westeros, even generosity seems a calculated risk.
- In our culture, names are not just given, they are earned. They tell the stories of our struggles, our victories.
- My name, Gilly, is from the gillyflower. It may seem delicate, but it survives, blooms even, in the harshest conditions.
- Names among my people are like totems, each carrying the strength and spirit of those who bore it before.
- To know a person’s name is to know their story, the path they’ve walked, the battles they’ve survived.
- In the wild, a name is more than identity; it’s destiny. It’s not just who you are; it’s who you are meant to become.
- I dream of a day when my son can walk under a sky unshadowed by the threat of the dead, where his laughter is the loudest sound.
- My hope is for a hearth not guarded by fear, but surrounded by the warmth of community and peace.
- We’ve seen enough of war, enough of fear. My dream is for a simple life, where the greatest worry is how much sun will kiss our fields.
- I imagine a future where the stories told around the fires are of adventures, not of survival against the darkness.
- For my son, for all our children, I hope for a world where the night brings rest, not terror, and the snow is a blanket, not a shroud.
Life Beyond the Wall
Motherhood in Exile
Learning to Read and Write
Adapting to Life at Castle Black
Relationship with Samwell Tarly
Encounters with the Supernatural
The Role of Women in Wildling Culture
Cultural Differences Between Wildlings and Westerosi
The Importance of Names
Visions of a Peaceful Future
