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like so much kindling [ video ♐ 002 ]

[ Ygritte activates the video feed. When the camera focuses she's seated cross-legged on Jon Snow's bed, looking into it intently, features stern—and with her other hand tapping the flat blade of a carved bone dagger against her sheepskin-covered thigh.

Her voice is steady and light, but with just a hint of iron underneath it. ]

...I'll speak now t' the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, 'f he's willing.

[ ...No encryption of any sort, b/c wildling. Takes place after a particular conversation with Alayne Stone.

...Jon Snow, you got some 'splainin to do, boy. ]

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[I'm no southron, she thinks, but does not say. She isn't of the north anymore, she's no one.] A girl knows that freedom can be bought. She has paid that coin. [Although whether being no one in the House of Black and White is really freedom is...kind of hard to say.]

A girl has never seen it. She is curious.

Aye, freedom does have its cost.

[ She pauses at the last part. ] The first thing you see beyond th' Wall is a Haunted Forest, where many of th' free folk live, and then further past that is th' Fist o' the First Men.

And when you get t' the Skirling Pass, then Milkwater Valley, you begin t' see the Giants, an' Mammoths, an' creatures Southrons never dreamed of.

[ Her voice drops ominously. ] But then there are th' Others, too, from the Lands of Always Winter.

The Others are real? Have you seen them? Do they ride dead horses?

[It all spills out; it's been so long since she heard the stories, that she can't do anything but ask on them.]

White Walkers, we call 'em.

I've never seen one, no. But 've heard they're made of ice themselves, an' they gleam with it. Their swords 're made of razor-sharp ice that'll shatter steel. Haven't seen their horses—they only come out at night, an' none o' the free folk are stupid enough to wander around then.

[ Her voice becomes softer. ] They can raise th' dead, too. Did y' know that?

A girl has heard that, yes. Even in Braavos, we hear stories. Those who follow the Red God do not care for them; they call your White Walkers evil. The Red God would see them destroyed. Would a woman?

[ She snorts a bit in quick amusement. ] 'Course I would. They're invading all the areas the free folk live. In our lands we have t' burn ev'ry body who dies, lest they come back as the walking dead t' haunt us.

[ Her voice turns thoughtful. ] ...But, I don't know this Red God o' yours...and Braavos. Is that across th' sea?

The Red God is not a girl's. He deals in fire and light; a girl deals with what comes after fire. The Narrow Sea, yes; Braavos is the Free City, the first Free City. Its people are free folk, too.

[ Speaking to herself, more out of confusion than anything: ]

...Comes after fire? [ Wouldn't that just be, like...ashes and cinders, girl?

But the rest of the message is exciting. ]

Free folk...'cross the sea? I knew there were more than jus' the Southron kneelers. What's Braavos like?

Death.

[It makes her feel impressive and that's close enough, isn't it? She doesn't know anything that lives after fire.]

Braavos was the first Free City, where the slaves ran to be free keep themselves secret. There are canals, and we fish and swim and gather clams. Are there clams and cockles beyond the Wall?

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like so much kindling [ video ♐ 002 ]

private text; encrypted 30% MELTING OUT OF THE SHADOWS, NBD

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[ voice ] ....now we get into a bit of headcanon territory...idk how much Ygritte knows of them :p

[ text ] Psh headcanon is delicious. And it makes sense!

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