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Draped In Silk Part Two

@bastardsonofthenorth

The green silk dress hugged Ygrittes body nicely, loosening around her knees and flowing past her feet. She had brushes the knots out of her hair as Ghost brought a black fur coat to her side, his wet nose nudges her arm as she picked it up. She thanked him with a chin scratch. As she threw it around her shoulders the warmth of the fur began to fight back the coldness of the stone room, she had never owned furs quite like this before, She hardly recognized herself in the mirror. 

 She made her way towards the dining room, like Sansa had told her, but was stopped by two winterfell guards in the yard below her room. "Lady Ygritte" she looked towards them. "lady Ygritte, His grace has asked that you meet him by the Godswood. He asked us to escort you there." She frowned at that last part "Thank you, but I'm sure Ghost will escort me there just fine." Spinning on her heels she began to march in the wrong direction till Ghost took her coat in his mouth and pulled her to the right path.

 Her mind began to overflow with reasons as to why he would want to meet her there and why he sent two men to collect her so late at night. Was he leaving her? She chewed her nails at the thought. "No" she said under her breath "no don't be stupid, maybe he has something secret to tell me." There was no one around to talk to but Ghost so she spoke down towards him "why am I over thinking this? Why are my hands shaking?" 

 There he sat, under the white tree with leaves as red as the life blood That flows within her. Ygritte had never seen a tree with a face before. She moved towards him slowly taking in every detail she could about her surroundings stopping when she came to the small pond, the water blacker then anything she had ever seen before. Ygritte tore her eyes away to find Jon's, a look of worry across her face as she moved closer to him. Ghost had found his place by Jon's side and rested himself in the snow. "Jon... why have you brought me out here? Is there something the matter?"

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Her eyes turned to Ygritte and she made a ‘meh’ face. “He’s still brooding?” She asked after her brother, having run into the pair at the pharmacy. “Why’re you two here anyway?”

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Opening Starter| @abloodywoman The sound of metal clashing with metal filled the morning air of Winterfell. Men and woman of all ages training along side each other for the coming war. Ygritte had often found herself wondering around the castle discovering the secrets that it held. Often Jon, Tormund and Davos would join her. They would talk about the war that was to come with the undead and the Queen on the iron throne, after sometime they took the talk behind closed doors in fear their words would reach unwanted ears. Yet Ygritte continued to take her walk and would often go to the trading place of her favourite knight. Brienne. "I like her" Ygritte said changing the convention to her liking. Jon looked over to her confused "and whom is it you speak of?" "The Knight, Brienne, I like her." "Have you ever spoken a word to her?" "No" Ygritte had wanted to, many a times she thought about stepping into her training sessions with the young boy, who she learned was called Podrick, and speak to them. Yet she had no words to say and found herself shy. She expressed this to Jon and he began to laugh. He stopped after Ygritte's third punch to his arm "should I fear my Queen has fallen for another? Ygritte, my love, you're being silly. Brienne has done a great deal for my family and her loyalty is one I will always remember. For it she shall always have a room within our house and a seat at our table. Speak to her tomorrow. Now if you don't mind I was trying to sleep." Jon pulled her into his arms as kissed her neck gently, Ghost curled up at their feel as she slowly drifted to sleep. Three days had pasted and Ygritte had finally found it in herself to speak to the Knight she had admired from a far for so long. Ghost padded along beside her as she drew closer, her eyes watching the young man attempt to block one of her attacks but finding no strength to do so. He fell backwards into Ygritte, they crashed into the dirt below but Ygritte couldn't help but laugh. She found her feet and helped the young man up. Dusting herself off she spoke "She has used that move on you every day for the past week yet you still fail to block it. Perhaps you weren't meant for sword play but then again nor was I." She turned her attention to Brienne "I don't think we've properly met yet" she held her hand out, Ghost sat on the ground beside her "I'm Ygritte."

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Continued from here @fierywildling​

Ygritte’s head snapped towards where Yara was, her bow quickly drawn with an arrow notched. When she realised it wasn’t an attack she put it away and made her way over to her.

“You should look where you’re going.” She said as she got down onto one knee to get a better look at the now purple ankle. “I’m sorry but this will hurt.” her hand cane to Yara’s ankle and began to feel if it was broken, it was not. “You’ve sprained it. I can wrap it up but you won’t be able to walk on it for some time.” Ygritte raised to her feet offering Yara her hand.

Yara hissed, cursing further as Ygritte manipulated her ankle. Her fists were clenched tight enough to draw blood from her palms. But she forced herself to relax, taking Ygritte’s hand and standing, unsteadily, on one foot.

“Great.” She grunted, keeping hold of Ygritte to make sure she didn’t fall again. Further injury would only make things worse. “We should find somewhere safe to stop for you to wrap this. Then we’ll find a way to carry on.”

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A Moment Of Weakness

Send ‘a moment of weakness’ for a drabble or a starterStatus - AcceptingMy muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Yara had been prepared to walk for many more miles, until they found some kind of boat. She could get the wildlings beyond the wall, so long as she had a ship.

But she hadn’t been paying enough attention to her surroundings, and her foot slipped into a rabbit burrow, twisting and letting out a quiet ‘crack’.

“Shit!” Yara cursed, wincing and able to feel that her ankle was already swelling. “Fuck, shit, bollocks...” She continued angrily.