[ Ygritte is no stranger to the cold; on the contrary it's like a welcome friend, albeit a harsh and unforgiving one. Survival has been her entire way of life north of the Wall, and waking up in this place is strangely familiar.
Different, though, in that she's on her own.
After hours of searching she comes upon a shelter — furnished, with warm furs and a hearth with extra kindling wood, and most likely some foodstocks lying around somewhere if she looks hard enough — and she begins exploring room by room, cautious and wary as she moves around the residence. It seems as though if it isn't occupied now it was very recently, and her fingers itch like mad for her weirwood bow and quiver, even a bone-carved dagger, just in case she encounters someone. There's no telling what a person may do if they found the shelter first and consider her a trespasser.
And it's just after that thought, that she steps over the threshold into another room and stops short at the figure she sees. ]
This's your place, then?
[ network: cabin fever ]
[ She's stayed inside for far too long, unwilling to forfeit her shelter in the event that someone else comes along and claims it; in the culture of the Free Folk, anything abandoned or left alone is snapped up fairly quickly. The downside of it is that now Ygritte is completely beside herself.
She manages to activate the communication device, and shouts into it: ]
I know all 'f you did this t' me! I know it's all a trick t' get me out — for all I know you're the ones who brought me here 'gainst my will! T' that, I say — you can have my shelter, when you're ready t' WALK ALL OVER MY BLOODY CORPSE!
ygritte | a song of ice and fire
[ Ygritte is no stranger to the cold; on the contrary it's like a welcome friend, albeit a harsh and unforgiving one. Survival has been her entire way of life north of the Wall, and waking up in this place is strangely familiar.
Different, though, in that she's on her own.
After hours of searching she comes upon a shelter — furnished, with warm furs and a hearth with extra kindling wood, and most likely some foodstocks lying around somewhere if she looks hard enough — and she begins exploring room by room, cautious and wary as she moves around the residence. It seems as though if it isn't occupied now it was very recently, and her fingers itch like mad for her weirwood bow and quiver, even a bone-carved dagger, just in case she encounters someone. There's no telling what a person may do if they found the shelter first and consider her a trespasser.
And it's just after that thought, that she steps over the threshold into another room and stops short at the figure she sees. ]
This's your place, then?
[ network: cabin fever ]
[ She's stayed inside for far too long, unwilling to forfeit her shelter in the event that someone else comes along and claims it; in the culture of the Free Folk, anything abandoned or left alone is snapped up fairly quickly. The downside of it is that now Ygritte is completely beside herself.
She manages to activate the communication device, and shouts into it: ]
I know all 'f you did this t' me! I know it's all a trick t' get me out — for all I know you're the ones who brought me here 'gainst my will! T' that, I say — you can have my shelter, when you're ready t' WALK ALL OVER MY BLOODY CORPSE!