Julia sighed. "There were...once, but I don't know anymore..." She said solemnly. "The city was set ablaze...The Keep where Clara and I lived...There was a beautiful garden...Clara tended to it more then I did...I would go there to pick flowers only to match them to the dresses I would wear..." She said and paused, a tear falling down her cheek as she thought of simpler days
"Forgive me..." She said quickly wiping her tears. "We are too far from the Keep now, and surely it's been occupied...I suppose once Jon returns he can lead us there..." She said softly, looking at the snow covered brushes.