In The Cold, Dark, Water || Waymar & Olen
[Continued From HERE with @serwaymarroyce ]
Olen felt panic seize her blood, and immediately, against instinct, she plunged back into the water to her shoulders. This was bad. She did not have an explanation for her unusual modesty. Especially in the pitch black. And she’d been about to get out anyway, on account of the water being so bloody cold. She was positive if she stayed in there much longer, she was in danger.
She was equally sure if she emerged she was busted. Thar candle he carried was probably the only reason he hadn’t already detected the things a boy from the reach shouldn’t have.
“I could say the same of you, Waymar!” She cried out, neglecting her voice for the moment, then cursing under her breath. Why was he down here now? The only reason she didn’t bath with the others-
If she could just make it to the Oath recital before discover, she was certain she’d be untouchable. But until then-as desperate as they were for more help, she second guessed if the Night’s Watch would keep her on.
Especially if they figured out who exactly she was.
“You scared me half to death!” The other half would be the chill.