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[freewoman]

Date & Time: Current
Location: Northern part of the city
Characters: Ygritte and open
Summary: Gathering supplies
Warnings: None?

She had said for awhile now she was heading North, but enough had happened to get in the way. Being in her own body again meant she could at least try and plan for the journey. She couldn't explain her need to do it other than it was the only piece of home she really had. It was the only thing that made her remotely happy.

These weren't her people, and while she liked a few, it was hard enough explaining her ways to them. Her ways were the old ways, the old gods. The ones not even here with no heart tree in sight. With it's metal buildings and it's modern technology. Ygritte didn't much like any of it.

So she found herself trading for dried meats. If she could get a horse it'd be even better. That's what she wanted before she made that kind of a journey, something to take her there and back again. She didn't much trust engines either.

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[theboywhodied]

Cedric was on his morning run, pounding away at the cracked pavement. He'd built up a good pace and all is well. Until he saw something curious out of the corner of his eye---a familiar face, carrying a heavy load. He slowed to a stop, curious.

"You do a lot of your own cooking, then?"

[freewoman]

She's got a box of supplies in her hands, holding up what she has for the moment. Ygritte would kill for a horse right now, just to hold what she does have instead of having to carry it around. At the sound of the voice, she turned somewhat to see the boy she once talked to.

"I do, but this isn't for that." Most of it was cured and salted meat anyway, a few canned goods.

[theboywhodied]

That was interesting. Cedric frowned, trying to consider what else it could be for. "If you're not cooking, you're...trading?"

[freewoman]

"Nope. It's already dried. I don't need to cook it so much as just eat it." Well the meat was. The cans could go over an open flame. She adjusted the box on her hip before looking at him. "I'm storin' it. T'go north."

[theboywhodied]

"I've been up there twice---a short distance away, and then up far north where Scotland used to be. There are grass and trees if you look in the right places."

Cedric looked interested in what else she might find. "But that's a lot to carry, isn't it?"

[freewoman]

"Scotland?" She didn't know the layout of the land. She was assuming the north was called that, but she'd never heard its name. But it was good to know there was still grass there, that things were thriving.

"Not a lot seems good out there. I wonder if the animals are still poisoned." She was thinking out loud before she addressed his question. "I can carry enough on my back. Been through worse."

[theboywhodied]

"Yes, that's what it was called in my time. I used to attend school up there." Cedric raked his hands through his hair as he thought. "As far as I can tell there are some bodies of water that aren't polluted up there, I wouldn't know about the animals."

He looked over the burden again, impressed. "You've always been a traveler?"

[treehopping]

With no school to go to and no job prospects at the moment Rue had a lot of time to wander around the city. That was okay, she enjoyed that. It was good to know where you were and where you could go, where you could run, or hide...

It was Ygritte's hair that caught her eye as she passed through the market, the red stood out amongst the commoner shades, then as she looked closer the way the woman moved and talked. Rue stepped lightly closer, looking to browse the stall herself.

"... doesn't look very appetising." But then Rue had eaten poorer many a time, food was food.

[freewoman]

She missed having the sleds of the north with her. She missed much of her camp, her people. It was half the reason she was making this journey in the first place. Ygritte is carrying the box of supplies when she heard the little voice. Picking up some dried fruit herself, she looked at the girl and shrugged.

"I've eaten worse," she commented nonchalantly. Above the Wall, she would be lucky if they had a meal at all.

[treehopping]

"Me too." Rue turns on the spot, light as a feather with her hands clasped behind her as she looks up at the taller woman who spoke to her. "Are you storing up?"

[freewoman]

She smirked down at the smaller girl. She was a clever little thing. "I am, aye. Headin' out o' the city soon enough." Her head gestured out to make her point. "Need enough so I don't go tryin' t'eat those poisoned beasts out there."

[treehopping]

"Out...? I thought there was nowhere out there to go." Rue had been told that, this city was the only place to inhabit.

[freewoman]

"There's a lot of land, but it's not nothing." There was a world out beyond it though, one she wanted to see someday as well. Being confined like this felt just like above the Wall. She'd already lived that life. What was the point here?

[solitaire]

He’s making his usual rounds, not quite going anywhere in particular. It’s funny, how he’s gotten used to the rain, almost doesn’t long for the sunshine anymore. Almost, but not quite. He moves idly, lazily, from one place to the next, even after he spots her and decides that’s exactly where he wants to be.

But eventually, he does get there. “Are you preparin’ ta hibernate, or what?”

[freewoman]

The rain wasn't much different than the snow to her. Her hood is down, and her red hair is darker from the water, but just as fiery. She adjusted her bag when she heard the familiar voice, turning from one of the vendors to see the man.

"Headin' out soon. Need t'make sure I come back," she told him offhand.

[solitaire]

He takes another step forward and tosses an arm around her shoulders, a familiar gesture. “I’d prefer it that way, m’self,” he says, equally casual. It’s always interesting, with her; he never knows where she’ll be or when she’ll come back. It’s a strange reversal, but he can’t say he dislikes it.

“Soon? Not gonna wait for whoever’s headed our way this month?”

[freewoman]

She didn't mind his closeness, glad to have him near her. Ygritte moved with him, placing the box on her hip as they walked. She was heading back to her camp, and he could join her if he wished to. She certainly wouldn't mind him staying over.

"I'm lookin' t'head out after." Just in case Jon arrived. She told herself it was to look for any of her people, but she knew the truth in her heart.

[solitaire]

He walks in step, willing to let her lead. It's not as if he's got anything better to do--a thought he finds himself having often, lately. It's a bit unwelcome, given how destructive his boredom can be. He pushes it from his mind for the time being.

"An' deprive me a' your company again? I'll be sad ta see you go."

[freewoman]

She liked having him around. Turning down the street, she moved with him. She lifted the box again while shifting with it. "Y'can come if y'like. Don't know what you've got here, but I wouldn't mind it," she replied. She didn't expect to have Jon arrive. He never did, but she couldn't not go. It was a part of her routine here. "Might be for a few weeks."

[selfdestructed]

He was just training, well, it's less of a training and more of a jog as he tried to continue his military training even here. After all, it is normal for a soldier to keep himself physically fit at all time; being prepared is always important after all.

Though, the unfamiliar sight of someone carrying quite a lot of food piqued him by a little bit.

"...Preparing for something?"

He found himself speaking before he knew it.

[freewoman]

She was still on the move, needing to get the food back to her camp so she could pack it and store it. Shifting her weight when he approached, she looked back at him.

"Obviously." No one really carried a box of food and supplies around just for fun around the city.

[selfdestructed]

"For what?"

His curiosity got the better of him this time as he asked, despite her obviously curt answer.

[freewoman]

She stopped to give him a look. Was he seriously just asking what she was doing? "Because I want to. D'ya need to why I piss, too?" Ygritte asked. She was rude, but what was it to him why she was doing anything. She wasn't bothering him. Why were so many people interested in what she was doing? Whatever.

[selfdestructed]

"I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that one, miss." The male responded with an annoyed tone. Considering her reaction to a simple question like that, she must've been getting asked the same question for a few times already.

[freewoman]

"I ain't no miss," she said, her lip curling up at him. Ygritte wasn't good with strangers, even less with strangers asking her things they didn't need to be asking. She did what she wanted.