[ There's a (perhaps anticipated) righteous sputter of indignation over the feed, and then Ygritte tamps down on the urge to scream at him that she's nineteen, she's practically an old maid by how spearwives north of the Wall are concerned, and she knows more than he thinks she does.
Instead, she does something that surprises even herself: she laughs. A throw-her-red-head-back kind of laugh. You know nothin', stranger. ]
...I'll show you what I understand, when y' get here...if you make it, o'course.
I laughed at this for a good twenty minutes before bed, last night. :D
Instead, she does something that surprises even herself: she laughs. A throw-her-red-head-back kind of laugh. You know nothin', stranger. ]
...I'll show you what I understand, when y' get here...if you make it, o'course.