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

[freewoman]

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.

Comments

[freewoman]

She stayed seated on his shoulder and watched him move. "You're pretty handy at this," she told him. "I should keep you around."

[weapabilities]

"You already keep me around," He counters wryly, adding to his neat little stack. This is nice busy work, anyways.

"Anything I can do to help." It's what makes him feel useful. He'd probably go crazy if it wasn't for his nosy streak.

[freewoman]

"Aye, I do." He mostly started with following her around, and it wasn't too much different. "But thanks."

[weapabilities]

"My pleasure." To be honest, Drift just likes spending time with her. All other pretense aside, he doesn't feel any pressure in their odd friendship. They're both a little feral, and he appreciates someone who understands that.

"I think that's all I'm going to get out of this junk..."

[freewoman]

"We can go trade it. Though you did more o' the work," she told him. She may steal, but she was fair.

[weapabilities]

"Off we go then," He says, gathering up their finds, "And don't worry. I used to do this kind of thing a lot. It's kind of nostalgic."

Scrounging and just barely getting by with Gasket. He never thought then that it would be a fond memory.