Post by wolfmaid7 on Sept 27, 2015 16:24:26 GMT
Sept 27, 2015 8:50:24 GMT LmL said:
I'm not saying Payne in himself is meaningless i'm saying there's noway he's related to a horned god why not include Jamie as well? As i said the symbol of the horned moon in respect to what they are doing yes for sure and we see a difference in how the moon is referenced with Bran's chapter in dance ;referring to it as sickled which is death vs horned which is what symbolizes warriors and in the context of what Jamie and Payne are doing it fits.
m not saying Illyn Payne isn't important the dude has some macabre vibe around him that's for sure.His connection with the sword yeah i think soething will come of that.What i don't know.
You get know arguement that George has several characters having dual or even more roles of an archetype but the archetypes themselves have been done he isn't creating anything new with that respect just creatively using them to suit the needs of the story and the world building.If they were new,we wouldn't recognize them from myths now would we?
Not saying the horned moon and dancing isn't important it is another imo theme building aspect of the story .
Now something you did there i just don't get and to me that istwisting things a bit too much. The horned moon wasn't dancing,"they were dancing" engaged in battle beneath it.George repeatedly associates dancing and fighting.That's one thing that has been consistent.So when you say "dancing horned moon" you state something that isn't there and you changed the meaning.
Now something you did there i just don't get and to me that istwisting things a bit too much. The horned moon wasn't dancing,"they were dancing" engaged in battle beneath it.George repeatedly associates dancing and fighting.That's one thing that has been consistent.So when you say "dancing horned moon" you state something that isn't there and you changed the meaning.
Even so, it was full dark before they reached the stout castle that stood at the foot of the Giant’s Lance. Torches flickered atop its ramparts, and the horned moon danced upon the dark waters of its moat. The drawbridge was up and the portcullis down, but Catelyn saw lights burning in the gatehouse and spilling from the windows of the square towers beyond. “The Gates of the Moon,” her uncle said as the party drew rein. His standard-bearer rode to the edge of the moat to hail the men in the gatehouse. “Lord Nestor’s seat. He should be expecting us. Look up.” Catelyn raised her eyes, up and up and up. At first all she saw was stone and trees, the looming mass of the great mountain shrouded in night, as black as a starless sky. Then she noticed the glow of distant fires well above them; a tower keep, built upon the steep side of the mountain, its lights like orange eyes staring down from above. Above that was another, higher and more distant, and still higher a third, no more than a flickering spark in the sky. And finally, up where the falcons soared, a flash of white in the moonlight. (AGOT, Catelyn)
Now as I said, Coldhands and Robert have horned lord symbolism about them, imo, and I've detected the rattling or chokong laugh as a common symbol which has attention drawn to it many times, sp the fact that Ilyn Payne has a rattling, choking laugh and dances beneath the horned moon is the kind of thing I look at and go, "hmmm...." but you won't figure out what it is if you simply reject any potential connections because Ser Ilyn isn't an obvious incarnation of Garth / horned god archetype. There is some connection there, it's up to us tot ry to figure out what George is saying.
Its the same with fire which is seen as alive and exhibiting human characteristics as told by characters.So how you got firery "beings" out of that? Fire is being liken unto Dancers.Its not beings, its the flames themselves.That's what she's embracing "it" is alive. I wouldn't have a problem with the bolded,if that was what the text said or alluded to.But i see no dancing horned moon,because the text didn't say that.It said two warriors were dancing beneath it.And what it did with regads to the flames is personify it for Dany as somethignshe neded to embrace as an aspect.
The flames writhed before her like the women who had danced at her wedding, whirling and singing and spinning their yellow and orange and crimson veils, fearsome to behold, yet lovely, so lovely, alive with heat. Dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. This is a wedding, too, she thought.
The flames were so beautiful, the loveliest things she had ever seen, each one a sorcerer robed in yellow and orange and scarlet, swirling long smoky cloaks. [...]
The flames were so beautiful, the loveliest things she had ever seen, each one a sorcerer robed in yellow and orange and scarlet, swirling long smoky cloaks. [...]
Jon went to cut more branches, snapping each one in two before tossing it into the flames. The tree had been dead a long time, but it seemed to live again in the fire, as fiery dancers woke within each stick of wood to whirl and spin in their glowing gowns of yellow, red, and orange.
“There,” Gendry said, pointing. A column of riders moved between the burning buildings toward the holdfast. Firelight glittered off metal helms and spattered their mail and plate with orange and yellow highlights. One carried a banner on a tall lance. She thought it was red, but it was hard to tell in the night, with the fires roaring all around. Everything seemed red or black or orange. The fire leapt from one house to another. Arya saw a tree consumed, the flames creeping across its branches until it stood against the night in robes of living orange.
They were all afire now, Maid and Mother, Warrior and Smith, the Crone with her pearl eyes and the Father with his gilded beard; even the Stranger, carved to look more animal than human. The old dry wood and countless layers of paint and varnish blazed with a fierce hungry light. Heat rose shimmering through the chill air; behind, the gargoyles and stone dragons on the castle walls seemed blurred, as if Davos were seeing them through a veil of tears. Or as if the beasts were trembling, stirring… {…}
The burning gods cast a pretty light, wreathed in their robes of shifting flame, red and orange and yellow. Septon Barre had once told Davos how they’d been carved from the masts of the ships that had carried the first Targaryens from Valyria. Over the centuries, they had been painted and repainted, gilded, silvered, jeweled. “Their beauty will make them more pleasing to R’hllor,” Melisandre said when she told Stannis to pull them down and drag them out the castle gates. (ACOK, Davos)
The burning gods cast a pretty light, wreathed in their robes of shifting flame, red and orange and yellow. Septon Barre had once told Davos how they’d been carved from the masts of the ships that had carried the first Targaryens from Valyria. Over the centuries, they had been painted and repainted, gilded, silvered, jeweled. “Their beauty will make them more pleasing to R’hllor,” Melisandre said when she told Stannis to pull them down and drag them out the castle gates. (ACOK, Davos)
As to the other i agree as i told you i'm pretty sure there is a winter and summer GS and its clear they are waking up,they are on the move.That's been well established.So lets talk about the whys'.....That's what i'm interested in your right.So lets get to that