like so much kindling [ video ♐ 002 ]

[kindlings]

[ 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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[bruxisms]

[ oh... it's you. ]

What business do you have with Lord Snow?

[ he mislikes the spearwife more and more with each passing moment. ]

[kindlings]

[ asgjk;l Stannis. She mislikes your face. ]


Doesn't concern you, now, does it?

private text; encrypted 30%

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

A woman is a wildling.

[Okay, she's been trying to contain her curiosity, but that just isn't happening.]

What is it like, beyond the Wall?

[bruxisms]

[ he mislikes your face far more. ]

In this case, it does. The Lord Commander is... [ not a friend, certainly. ]

An ally.

[ voice ] ... A WILD ARYA APPEARS

[kindlings]

[ Luckily she has the text-to-voice translator, which translates the typed text into a tinny, breezy little electronic voice. ]

...Free folk. We're called the free folk. [ Her correction is stern, but not unkind. ] You Southron's think we're all wild savages, but it's t' be expected from ones that don't know how t' be free.

[ She decides to save her condescension for a later time. ] Why would y' want t' know what's beyond the Wall?

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

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[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.

( not here )

[wont]

[ Juuuuust watching. ]

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

Are you an acquaintance of his from home?

( not here )

[kindlings]

[ Why does Ygritte feel like all the Westerosi are doing the equivalent of popcorn.gif'ing at this thread. Why. ]

[kindlings]

This's between him n' me.

What're you even doing up in th' North, anyway—I thought Robb Stark was suppos'd t' be King.

[ Try that one on for size, Stannis. ]

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[mikelo]

[a rather youthful looking teen with a mop of dark, reddish-blond hair appears on screen. He's curious with a slight tilt of his head, hazel eyes bright. It's absolutely delightful to see such color of hair so similar to his own (he's far from accustomed to it, being more familiar with darker browns, and the occasional bleach blonde)

Before he types, he points to that blade she has, brows lifting a bit in question.]

Mind holding your dagger closer to the screen? It looks neat.

[wolfinthesnow]

I'll be there in a moment.

[bruxisms]

And as his king, I have a right to know such.

[ particularly if it concerns vows. He frowns, remembering the Wildling woman Lord Snow said he broke his vows with. ]

Robb Stark is— [ he stops himself, remembering his vow to Lord Snow, and curses. ] indisposed, and no true king.

[ voice ]

[kindlings]

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.

[voice]

[kindlings]

...An' if I am?

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

Then I'll inquire as to how.

[ video ]

[kindlings]

[ ...Oh. Another who's kissed by fire.

For some reason, the translator says he wants to see her dagger, and she holds it up for him to examine. ]

It's not much. 'S just bone.

[kindlings]

[ Glaring. ]


I'll be waiting. Crow.

[wolfinthesnow]

[He opens the door, arms crossed]

Lets hear it, then.

[voice]

[kindlings]

[ What is it with people in this place. ]

You can inquire all y' like. Not th't you'll get answers.

[voice]

[jurisimpudent]

And why not?

[kindlings]

[ She remains sitting on the bed, tossing the camera aside as an afterthought, and looks him straight in the eyes as she narrows her own. ]


It's true, isn't it.

[wolfinthesnow]

That I am Lord Commander of the Night's Watch?

[He nods.]

[kindlings]

He bent th' knee t' you, did he?


[ This just keeeeps getting better. And by better she thinks worse. ]

[bruxisms]

[ oh how he wished the man had done so. But he hadn't, and all Stannis can do is frown, moving his teeth from side to side. ]

We share a common foe.

[ a foe that the wildlings may also share, perhaps. ]