( 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

[fe_male]

Hey, he works to maintain his lifestyle. It just doesn't always look like it because he spends so much time all but intentionally making it look like he's not working. He can't help it he's so good at what he does that it looks easy.

Does he look like someone who would say train. Well, maybe he does. Who knows. "Didn't say it was a bad idea. Just saying that you could increase your capital by utilizing multiple currencies."

[freewoman]

"I've more here than I ever did back home. What else could I want?" She had a place to rest her head, made sure it was well taken care of, meat to cook, weapons to protect herself. A horse wouldn't be too bad, but they don't seem easy to come by.

"My people have lived in worse than this, and I'm doin' just fine as is. I don't need their handouts."

[fe_male]

"Where are your people from?"

And it's not said accusingly, nor simply curiously, because there's a lightness missing for it to be considered the latter, and an amenability present to confront the former. He's curious, yes, but not simply for the sake of his own curiosity.

"What time is it there?" That, and: "It's not a crime to capitalize on whatever form of income you have, if it's goods, services, or the actual money itself. It's what makes the powerful even more so, and the content more comfortable."

[freewoman]

"Above the Wall." And before he said anything she looked back at him. "You've likely never heard of it. None o' you modern folk have. There's a bit o' land t'the north of Westeros, all ruled by some king, but we're free. Have been for thousands of years. We may not have fancy clothes or metal, and we know a true winter, but I've never took a knee for some man."

[fe_male]

He shrugs unapologetically. Not that she'd care whether he shrugged, apologetically or not.

"Sure haven't. Sometimes it's fun though. So you're from like. The Scotland of Middle Earth, right?"

[freewoman]

"I have met elves and dwarves from Middle Earth, but I'm no such place. And Scotland is too warm." She went north. She at least knew a little bit about this place to know that.