Jon VII; A Clash of Kings, Weirwood and Bran

Ghost in front of the Heart Tree whose's face shapes into Bran, behind them A Thousand Eyes and One

During the ranging with Qhorin Halfhand party, near the Frostfangs, while resting Jon Snow sleeps, and dreams.
For the first time in his life he wargs into Ghost, he sees and feels what the direwolf sees and feels.
Then he lives an experience even weirder.

Reference excerpt from the book: Jon VII; A Clash of Kings

His brothers were out there somewhere, and his sister, but he had lost their scent.

He sat on his haunches and lifted his head to the darkening sky, and his cry echoed through the forest, a long lonely mournful sound.
As it died away, he pricked up his ears, listening for an answer, but the only sound was the sigh of blowing snow.

Jon?

The call came from behind him, softer than a whisper, but strong too.

Can a shout be silent?
He turned his head, searching for his brother, for a glimpse of a lean grey shape moving beneath the trees, but there was nothing, only . . .

A weirwood.
It seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a myriad of fissures and hairline cracks.

The tree was slender compared to other weirwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky.
Wary, he circled the smooth white trunk until he came to the face.

Red eyes looked at him.

Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him.
The weirwood had his brother's face.

Had his brother always had three eyes?

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