( 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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[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?"

[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.

[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?”

[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.