Persuaded by the feet of his boots against the ice of his feet, Robb felt his heart soar like never before, instantly aware of the prickle of gooseflesh against his skin, to the rush of blood in his cheeks Invigorated by the power and uncertainty that laid before him. The cold rush of the winter air brushed past him, or more through him, it was a chill to the bone. The constant shudder that rolled through his form only iced his light gaze even more, searching the winding trees. His mind promising that there were creatures moving in its shadows. Each with a low warning growl or sound that was a call of the wild. It was hard to think, that his aunt could be lost beyond the ice barricade. How, it did not make logical sense. Yet it felt as though it was the only place that they had not searched. His uncle had been lost beyond those walls, both of their uncles, the Stark thought quietly as he spared the dark haired Targaryen that rode here with him a thought.
As if summoned by the darkened and almost ill fated turn of his thoughts, the sound of the lift behind him groaned and creaked. Turning to observe the mattered and almost frail old wood swing open, the Crownlands prince looked as at home as any of the other lads here. Yet they all seemingly scrambled to get out of his way. Robb refrained from a tired sigh, the job at hand was so out of his control. Seemingly so fruitless that the size of it all was almost enough to make one want to turn away. Yet they could not, he had seen how the loss of his daughter effected his grandfather, the lost of his sister shadowed his father, and the loss was worn on each of Lyanna's children. Well, the ones who had paid visit to the North. Rhaenna and Visenya had been the ones to bring the bad news home, the corpse of the Queen's direwolf. Now it borne on her sons face, as he approached the wide and arching ice wall where the heir of the second son stood.
"This is the furthest north I've ever been. You know, I've never seen land my family didn't rule before." Robb bore a weary smile in response, glancing over his shoulder to his cousin as they both turned to the view. Too akin in many subjects, yet so far apart from the breadth of fire and ice. "It is the furthest North I have been, as well." Turning to the view that was afore mentioned. "That's part of its beauty, I suppose." Mulling silently with his thoughts, "Men want to tame it, women see the poetry in it, and then of course there is the Wildlings." Having words with the Old Bear himself, the thread of the Wildings was becoming increased, more reports of them scaling the wall, some, in their desperation were resorting to charging the walls and taking their chances with the archers. Something was dreadfully wrong in the North. It did not take the disappearance of the Queen to signify it.
Gaze once more landing to the frozen shores, the land of Forever Winter lay before it. A curt dip of his head, Robb nodded once in silent acceptance. "I once saw a map that tried to depict the ice fjords that lay past Thenn, to the Land of Always Winter." There had been a simple note after that, written in hastily scrawled ink Uncharted. Perhaps the vast wasteland that lay after those simple, and elegantly carved words was too much to comprehend. "...There's far more out there than the wildlings thought of by southerners as the purpose of the Wall, isn't there?" Turning to cast a glance to his cousin over the long spans of his shoulders. "I have heard the stories that Old Nan used to tell us," Admitting almost sheepishly, "Yet there are dragons in the world once more, and direwolves. What is to say that there is not more to it than that?" A shard of ice splintered through him at the words that finally fell across the Princes lips, asking the inevitable question that Robb did not have the answer to, that no one in the seven realms, save for perhaps Lyanna herself, had the answer to. "Could something here have taken mother?" The wind could not have chilled his bones more than that question did. "It's entirely likely...." The white wolf answered honestly,not going to shower him with falsities. Anything could have taken their Queen. And it would have had to have been a force indeed to content with the regiment that had been with her. "I'm sorry cousin."
Letting the silence fall over them, "But it does not mean we will stop looking." Gaze the colour of glacier water, Robb found them lingering on the similar boned features of his blood. The King, nor the Warden, would not stop searching for answers, or their beloved Lyanna. Even if Winter took them all beforehand. "Winter is the Queens home, and I am sure she has not given up on us yet." Pausing, Robb drew his gaze back to the view, as snow started to slowly flit from the heavens. "Did the Old Bear jest that he had a bed waiting here for you as well?" Attempting to turn the conversation to a lighter path, the aspect of joining the Knights Watch seemingly the first thing that came to mind. Smirking somewhat at where the young prince would place his dragon, it was an attempt to lift the mood that had fallen over the pair.