By now.
Bran could already use his gift skillfully.
He could become a bird and soar into the sky, turn into a frog and hop about, enter a trout and swim through the river...
Of course, what he liked best was still his own little wolf.
Bran had agonized over his little wolf's name for a long time. Fortunately, after confiding in the Crown Prince a few days ago, he accepted His Highness's suggestion—"Summer."
Summer.
Summer in the south was what real summer was like. Unlike Winterfell, where you had to dress warmly in every season, which made climbing especially inconvenient.
His Highness really hadn't lied to him.
Thinking of this, Bran still could not help resenting stingy Arya.
That magical steel shard could let people speak with His Highness and Jon in The North, yet Arya only ever let him use it for a little while. It was never enough. Even when he threatened to tell their father, she refused to give in.
What a cheapskate.
Bran felt that if it were his, he would certainly be far more generous. Anyone who wanted to use it could.
But he was not jealous.
Arya's gift was a talking steel shard;
His sister Sansa had received a Winter Roses jeweled crown, as bright as ever, as though it would never change;
His Highness had saved his life, and he had gained the magical ability to enter animals' bodies, as well as the ability to see a colorless world with his eyes closed.
Compared to that, Bran was very satisfied with his own gift.
With these unique "eyes," Bran had been able to see many sights on the journey south that he had never seen before.
He saw the king and his father drinking and eating meat together, hunting together, laughing and