
“Ghost.” Melisandre made the word a song.
The direwolf padded toward her. Wary, he stalked about her in a circle, sniffing. When she held out her hand he smelled that too, then shoved his nose against her fingers.
Jon let out a white breath. “He is not always so …”
“… warm? Warmth calls to warmth, Jon Snow.” Her eyes were two red stars, shining in the dark. At her throat, her ruby gleamed, a third eye glowing brighter than the others. Jon had seen Ghost’s eyes blazing red the same way, when they caught the light just right. “Ghost,” he called. “To me.”
The direwolf looked at him as if he were a stranger.
Jon frowned in disbelief. “That’s … queer.”
Takodje Ghostove oči su u ovom odlomku iste boje kao Melisandrine, što ranije nije bio slučaj.
Zanimljivo je i ponašanje njenog rubina koji pulsira, svetluca i menja boju u zavisnosti od toga koje čini izvodi, i čim to istražim, saopštiću vam rezultate.
