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breakerofice:
Tormund sighs, heavily. This again. “It’s a long march to the Wall, girl. If you seethe with every step you take, it will be even longer. No one likes it.”
Ygritte rolled her eyes, chuckling low, underneath her breath, knowing how to ruffle his feathers. “Start to think yer a bunch’a pansy boys with all this stallin’.”
breakerofice:
“Clever lass. There’s the trouble with chippin’ it away. Lets us through - but everythin’ else too.”
“I still dun’ like it. How can they say where we can and can’t go?”
breakerofice:
“There’s not been a wall built out that can keep a determined man out forever. No matter this one’s bigger than most - we’ll chip it down piece-by-piece, needs be.”
“Wonder why they keep it up? Can’ be just us they’re keepin’ out.”
jaimielannsiter:
The little outings on the wall was another thing Jaime did not like about the Wall and the brotherhood he unwillingly joined. When the Kingslayer had first joined the watch he had stuck to the rules more than he ever had and stuck as close to the rangers as he could. Yet he was just a steward so the only time he could venture out beyond the wall was when his master did.
As time went on he got more cocky, more bold, and slowly had ventured a little away from the brothers until he was away from them but just within sight.
He had been too caught up in looking at the view of the Wall. In King’s Landing he had only ever saw the warmth of the city and had grown used to it. This was very new to him. He turned around fast when he heard the voice and noticed the arrow pointed at him before the woman. “No. I would never think of it. Not planning on shooting me, are you?”
Intimidation, that was how she got around. There were those who would claim it foolish for a woman to wander from the rest. Well, buck that. Ygritte was a free woman and would live her life as one. Dangers... fears... she refused to let any of that from keeping her from living.
Intimidation was exactly what kept the bow pointed towards the man standing before her. Clearly, he wasn’t from around, didn’t know the land like she - that automatically gave her the higher ground should it come down to it as far as she was concerned.
Lowering her aim just the slightest, still keeping it held along her thigh, she tilted her head, a smirk curling ever the slightest, barely noticeable. She’d ventured towards the wall, for all she knew he was a crow. The stories she’d heard were enough to keep guarded. “Not ‘less you give me a reason.”
captainbrack:
Brack had taken a fancy to sailing north. Why? Honestly, it was best just not to question the ironborn. He did what the fuck he wanted. Not his fault no one managed to stop him.
Hearing footsteps crunching in the snow, Brack’s eyes narrowed and his grip on the handle of the throwing axe hooked into his belt tightened. He didn’t turn towards her, though. If she went for him, he’d go for her, nothing else to it. His gaze flickered in her direction, taking in one thing and one thing only. Red. The corner of his lip quirked up in a smirk.
“–Nah. Just waitin’ fer mah balls tae freeze off.”
He was no one she’d seen before, though not to her surprise. The north held its share of wanderers. Truth be told, she couldn’t blame them. Who’d want to heed way down south where it was a constant vie for power? The best part of it all, as far as she could see it, they were all fighting for something they had no right to, to begin with.
Laughable. That was the best way to describe it, same could be said of the man’s response. A low snicker fell from her lips, looking back away once more and over the edge. “Long fall. ‘imagine balls shatter, yeah? ‘course it’ll leave the rest to call you a... whatever they call ‘em. Ballless men. Not used to the cold, are ye?”
From a distance, Ygritte could see the silhouette of someone standing along the edge of the snow powdered cliff. Naturally, curiosity would seep into the bones that lead her to trot forward through the snow. As far as she’d known previously, she’d been alone up here, had been for days. That was the way of the free folk, to do as they pleased - thus the redhead had boldy taken it upon herself to head what she believed to be towards the wall. There were whispers of happenings between her people, but that wasn’t enough, she longed for something concrete.
New reign over the region begged to threaten their way of life, a foolish idea if there ever was one. Still, they needed to be prepared for whatever was coming. Ygritte could travel more quickly on her own, despite the dangers that went along with it. It was a risk she was willing to take, and better than sitting around on her arse waiting for others to be ready.
Once she’d made it over towards the stranger, her grip on her bow increased along her side, yet she didn’t raise it. As she stood at a slight distance beside, she’d look downwards and then over towards the other, sarcasm as well as carelessness dripping from her tone as she spoke, “Not plannin’ on jumpin’ are you?”
