( open ) I seen the sun coming up at the funeral at dawn

[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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[freewoman]

That only got a wider smile from her. "Act like y'own it. No one will question it." It was pretty much how she did anything. If someone thinks they have a right to it, most people are inclined to not look twice. A horse was a little large, but she thought it possible.

[solitaire]

"As long as the best decides ta play along, maybe it won't be a problem." A challenge worthy of his skills, and the chance to impress her in the bargain? Don't mind if he does.

[freewoman]

She gave him a look. "Y'should leave it to the professionals if you're unsure," Ygritte teased him with a grin. He actually got her to think about it for next time. "See who ends up with a horse in the end."

[solitaire]

"I can tell you right now, chère, jus' like I told you before." He leans in, kisses her lips briefly. "I'm always the winner, remember?"

[freewoman]

That kiss was only momentarily distracting. "You didn't even know how to go about stealin' a horse," she said furrowing her brows.

[solitaire]

"Sure I do," he insists, pride slightly wounded.

"First, get ta a time that has horses. Then, find a horse. Then, steal it. Easy as pie."

[freewoman]

She crossed her arms as they started to approach the building that held her camp. It looked more like a rock pile. "Have you ever stole a horse?" Ygritte said while she cocked her head to the side.

[solitaire]

"I've stolen a person. That was harder."

[freewoman]

"An' I've been stolen." She smirked at him before heading over to one of stones before slipping behind it.

[solitaire]

"Or maybe you ain't seen nothin', yet."

He follows, curious.

[freewoman]

By the time he got in, she was shrugging off her fur jacked and organizing what she did have. "I look forward t'seeing it." But she said it in a tone that was mostly challenging.

[solitaire]

He follows her in, comes up slowly behind her and places his hands lightly on her waist.

"That could be arranged," he says, lightly. Everything always seems like half a joke, with him. But he does pause to look around at her supplies, notes how thorough she's being.

[freewoman]

The look Ygritte threw him was another challenging one. He's never stolen a horse before. That was exactly what she used to do-- well steal whatever she could. Horses were rare that far north. There was nothing to feed on.

"Aye? I bet you don't take so well to losing," she told him, as she leaned back into his touch. She was mostly lining up the canned goods and dried meat away from the fire.

[solitaire]

He leans down to kiss the back of her neck, now that she's free of the bulk of her furs. If he's trying to distract her, though, he should probably try harder.

"Wouldn't know. I never lose."

[freewoman]

She was far too used to men trying to distract her. Ygritte only managed to turn slightly then, smirking at the way he pulled at her. "There's a first time for everything," she said, voice poignant.

[solitaire]

"Oui, but they usually don't go over so well, so I try ta block 'em out."

[freewoman]

She laughed. "Well I'm sure'll remember this."

[solitaire]

"Then it's a bet? We've talked 'bout the loser, what does the winner get?"

[freewoman]

"Whatever she wants for the day." She turned her head to smile wide at him. Ygritte was claiming her victory already.

[solitaire]

"Then I guess he should start comin' up with ideas."

He winks at her. Yeah, he does that.

[freewoman]

She scoffed at him, rolling her eyes. "If y'like wastin' your time."

[solitaire]

"He thinks it'll be very productive, actually." Yeah, sticking to that third person, too.

[freewoman]

"Well he's going to lose. So it's a waste o' his time. He could be doin' something better." She leaned into him, taking his hand to lead it elsewhere. She would much rather do that than debate who was going to steal a horse.

[solitaire]

He follows her lead, and leans down to kiss the base of her throat, and then murmurs, "Then, go ahead, chère. Show me a thing o' two."

[freewoman]

She whimpered lightly, biting her lip. Her eyes closed for a moment, trying to be stubborn. "I've got canned goods t'sort." She wasn't going to make this easy. Even with his hand on her.