( closed ) run for cover we are

[freewoman]

Date & Time: during the event
Location: around the city
Characters: Ygritte and Arya
Summary: TALKING ABOUT JON SNOW and being younger
Warnings: at most, language?

This time wasn't any different when she first appeared. She was distrusting as ever, though the difference this time was she didn't really care about the talking tiny people on the-- thing. Whatever it was. She was more preoccupied with finding shelter, finding food. It had kept her out in the city most often. Ygritte knew enough about bartering to get her by.

This day, she'd traded some meat to one of the places on the outskirts of the city. She was given hot bread in return and some bits of cheese. It worked well enough for her. It's what she was eating as she kept walking, her spear strapped to her back. She walked heavily, still in search for the turncloak Crow. He was off to meet the King Beyond the Wall, and she needed to be there.

She kept her eyes out for anything familiar, other Crows, other raiding parties, the King himself. But nothing was familiar. That is until she saw a girl, not far down the row. She moved closer, eyes watching her. The face, definitely. She knew those eyes, the way she held herself.

"Oi, you," she nodded toward her. "Nice sword you've got there."

Comments

[innominata]

"There's five kings and I don't kneel to any of them." Arya would, but she can't risk being found out. She'd only just got away from the Brotherhood. If this woman took her to something worse…?

Besides she doesn't think Robb would make her kneel. He may be king, but he's her brother too.

[freewoman]

"No king should make y'kneel. The King Beyond the Wall don't. We follow him 'cuz we choose to," she replied back. So she was a southerner. Though she had to give respect that the younger girl wasn't about to kneel to anyone that just simply called themselves king.

[innominata]

Arya is struggling to quash her excitement. The chances are practically none, but if she's heard anything...

"But you know the Night's Watch. Do you know many of them? By name and such?"

[freewoman]

"Y'don't really meet Crows. But aye, I knew o' two. One killed the other though. Betrayed his own men. Jon Snow's his name. That lord's son," she replied, tilting her head up at the younger girl. It didn't matter to her who he once was. He was one of them now, and Ygritte had her eye on him.

[innominata]

"Jon would never do that!" Arya said hotly. "That's a lie!"

[freewoman]

"I was there. He killed the Halfhand," she replied leaning down. "You know'im, don't you?"

Ygritte peered at the girl. If Jon was younger, they could be nearly twins. "You some Southern lady then?"

[innominata]

"I am not a lady and Jon wouldn't do that!" Whatever this woman says, Arya knows Jon. Jon would never be a turncloak. They're all lies.

[freewoman]

"He would if he wanted t'live. He's goin' to see the King beyond the Wall. Best if a pretty lad like that kept his head, aye," she replied back. Ygritte remembered his dark features best. He looked miserable most of the time, but she knew ways of making men smile.

[innominata]

Her hands fist at her sides. Bad enough this woman is spewing such lies, but now Arya is worried. If it's true, not the betrayal but the danger? If someone else heard and believed it…he'd be branded a deserter. His life would be forfeit.

Needle feels heavy at her side.

"You're a liar. Jon wouldn't. When I find him, I'll prove it."

Whirling on her heel, she stalks off.