( 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]

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.

[solitaire]

He cups one hand around her face and waits for her eyes to open, leaning in so she has to meet his gaze.

"Do it later."

[freewoman]

When she did, she bit her lip, trying to contain any other noises he might get from her fine. "Maybe I'll just have you do it later." Since he was coming with her now. But he successfully diverted her from the task at hand, and Ygritte really wouldn't complain about it.

Not even a little.

[solitaire]

His move towards her is slow, and subtle, and when he mutters "I wouldn't mind," he's already so busy with other things he's not even thinking about the supplies, anymore.

[freewoman]

He successfully dragged her away from the box, her movement simple, but softer than would be expected of her. Her eyes light up a bit. "I'll hold you to that," Ygritte pointed out. And she would. If he was coming, he was pulling his own weight. Even if he was nice to look at and a definite distraction.

[solitaire]

"As long as you're holdin'."

And he pulls her very close, with that.

[freewoman]

She hummed lightly. Normally it was her who could be distracting, but maybe she liked being chased as much as chasing. Besides it wasn't like he didn't know what she wanted. Ygritte turned toward him and kissed him. "I'm not lettin' go neither."

[solitaire]

"Glad ta hear it." He lets the kiss last, long and lazy. He laughs, and the richness of that fills the air while he busies his hands and then his lips in other places.