exsiliumlogs | ( open ) don't say yes if you can't say no

Date & Time: Post-dated to 25th
Location: Around the city
Characters: Ygritte and YOU
Summary: Ygritte being Ygritte and doing her usual thing around the city
Warnings: She comes with her own standard warning

There wasn't much about the mission she had liked. It wasn't necessarily bad, and it was more comfortable than the time she was in New Mexico. At least the heat hadn't killed her. Though she was glad to have her furs back on. Stocked on her weapons, Ygritte left the security of her encampment for her daily forage.

And by forage, it was usually stealing what she could where she could. People didn't secure their things nearly as well here, and she usually came back home with a few pieces of fruit or occasionally some animal she could easily slaughter. It just wasn't easy coming by animals period. She did wonder where they came from to begin with, but Ygritte preferred to prepare her own meat, perpetually distrusting of the way of life here. However sometimes she got by with stealing jewelry and gold and would trade for the animal. The concept of money was mostly unused by her. She did things the way her people did it, and she lived decently well for it.

So that was what she was doing today, seeing what she could pilfer and trade.

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Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the threat. "That's a new one." But all the same she loosened her grip.

Her hand went to the jewellery again, fiddling with it, then looked at Ygritte again, looking her up and down. "Before you go..." she let her wrist go finally, her hand falling back in place. "... Where did you acquire a jacket like that?"

Because her own jacket wasn't made for this kind of constant rain, and she was going to have to start finding clothes that were better suited sooner rather than later. The furs at least looked warm.

She withdrew her hand quickly and the dagger stayed sheathed under her fur coat. Ygritte was ready to make a break for it, but stopped steady when she was asked that question. The lady wanted to stop and talk about fashions?

"Home, actually. It was made by some women village long ago," Ygritte told her, looking down at it. It was dirty and muddy, but it managed to keep her warm and dry. It was far more durable than what most people brought to the city from their homes.

"Talk to a woman named Gwen though. She serves a Lady Morgana. She makes my trousers, and I know she could use the coin." Okay, so Gwen gave her clothes in trade for sword lessons, but she wasn't going to tell this woman that. Not if she could help a friend.

Elizabeth cursed softly to herself. "... Of course it is." Then she shook her head. "I have very little interest in men's garments. It is not fitting for a woman of my... station." It just didn't sit right with her no matter what she thought about it.

"I was after the furs. I am hoping there was some beast here worth hunting and you would know how to treat it." Sewing, she could do herself. Even hunting, but she no equipment to do that with either. "But if you don't, I suppose I'll be keeping my gold to this 'Gwen'."

"Station?" She rose her brows. So she was some fancy lady who thought herself too good to wear whatever clothes she could get. "It's some furs. Not the end the death o' you."

She managed to hold back an eye roll only because she was now talking about hunting. That was something Ygritte knew. "All the wild animals are poisoned out there--" she gestured outward, meaning outside the city. "No meat, no furs. But y'can get them if y'know where to look."

Meaning the same way she was going to find herself some gold just now.

"Yes, my station, though I suppose are you are right, and it does not matter here." She shook her head. "Furs I'd prefer for warmth, as all the clothes here seem to be... in poor quality. Which it could be the death of someone if they caught a chill." Modern medicine? One too wet summer meant death and disease as far as she was used to. "But I'd say where ever you are, is probably far worse than just constant rain." Just judging from the furs at all. The only time she'd seen people with so much were the dignitaries from Russian and Sweden and places of that kind, where the snow was heavy and came down often. Or the far northern Scotsman.

"Why are you stealing, if I may ask, surely there is a better way to go about your business than thievery here?" It was much better at least, for commoners.

"You've never been anywhere 'til you've been above the Wall where I'm from, though some fancy lady like you would prefer the south. Wouldn't make it a week in the north," she looked her over. She was used to the idea of being looked down for who she was and had a bit bias against any noble.

"And what's wrong with it?" She looked her over. "It's what I'm good at."

"Would I just?" Her eyebrows went up. It irked her, a little, if only because she loathed assumptions, especially about herself. They'd nearly gotten her killed enough times, men putting words into her mouth and looking for things that weren't there. "If it is as you say it is, would I not instead find it beautiful? Fancy lady like me, and all."

The northern lords loathed her for much the same reasons they loathed her father. That being said, no one liked particularly going north of Hadrian's wall, she wondered how similar that was to this woman's homeland.

"It seems a strange thing to be proud of, is all. I am sure you have other skills that can get you honest work." Really, she was just curious. Morbid fascination was going to get her killed, one of these days. "Thieving I notice requires one to be quick, and clever."

"Aye, you would," she retorted. "It ain't no getaway. It's cold, all ice and snow past the woods. Southerners keep us out, so our metals and foods aren't rich. We've less. You steal to get by. If y'can't keep what's yours you never deserved it in the first place."

Above the Wall was a hard place. It's people just as hard. They were strong and feirce, and held just as strong feelings. It was a way of life, who she was. The Initiative could steal her, but they couldn't take the wildling out of her.

"I do it because I can. I don't need to work under someone, tellin' me what t'do."

She's ready to be dismissive of everything the woman in front of her says, but something at the end strikes a cord. Because she would kill everyone to keep her throne, she knows that in her bones and even if her advisers can't see that in truth is what lies in her heart, that's she's just as vicious as the rest of her family. "That is true. You're right of course, the cruelties I am accustomed to aren't that kind. Though I've lived with less than what you think."

Not that she thought very much the other woman cared one way or another.

"Perhaps not under them then, can't you work with someone? As their equal." Why on earth was she even stopping to have this conversation, she didn't know, but all the same, she was curious.

"You'd live with less if you know the north like I knew it." She didn't feel any worse for some lady in fancy dresses.

Her words only seem to burn her, fueling something inside of her. "If I wanted to do anythin' else, I would. And if I cared about your opinion, I'd ask it," she said with a hard tone.

( open ) don't say yes if you can't say no

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I'm so sorry my inbox ate this tag fdfjd Also all my apologies for her... everything.

no worries. ygritte clashes with most people

<3 pfft funnest kind of cr is the squabaling kind

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