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sixthiterationlogs2017-06-05 07:41 pm
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"Under the Dappled Sunlight"
WHO: Lyanna Stark
WHERE: Around the village, the Woods
WHEN: Early June
OPEN TO: OTA, Jon Snow
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open
Village
After a week's recuperation, Lyanna was back on her feet, energized and ready to explore. Her arrival had been during a hail storm, forcing her inside, along with the need to recover. Now that the weather had cleared and she could stand upright again, she wanted to see everything. There were a number of buildings that had been converted for different uses, like the police station. They received a passing glance. Instead, she headed towars the destroyed bungalows
There would be a number of things to take and claim, it just meant having to find her way inside. Carefully stepping over some of the debris, she peered into the broken windows. There was someone else passing by, someone that was out enjoying the day as well.
"Has anyone tried to go into these houses before?" She looked back. "What happened to them? They look like they collapsed."
The Woods
There were at least weapons available for use, including a bow. Gathering a handful of arrows, Lyanna headed into the woods. There was apparently good game, given what Jon brought back to the bungalow every day. It wouldn't be the same without a horse and hounds, but she would make do.
There were a few climbable trees, a place where she could sit and wait for the game to come out into the open. She hoisted herself up and perched herself on a large branch. Apparently others passed by often, as she would hear the brush being disturbed. Just as she took aim, she'd have to lower her bow at the sight of another person.
"You're scaring the rabbits."
The Woods - Closed to Jon
It was a strange thing to sit on a secret of this magnitude. Ned had told her the truth about Jon when she first arrived, but health and surroundings took her attention. There was so much else to process before she digested that her newly born son had grown into a man. She had lost so much time, surrendering him into the care of the man she trusted more than anyone. It didn't change the longing she had in her heart to know him better, to talk with him and learn about the man he had become.
But how to even approach it. Each time she tried to tell him she knew, she found the words wouldn't come. So instead, she fell back and retreated from the topic. She would ask other questions, but none of what she really wanted to know.
Having enough, she followed him out to the woods, making mention before that she wanted to hunt with him. She wasn't ever good with delicacy. So instead of easing into the topic, she simply blurted out, "I know you're my son."
WHERE: Around the village, the Woods
WHEN: Early June
OPEN TO: OTA, Jon Snow
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open
Village
After a week's recuperation, Lyanna was back on her feet, energized and ready to explore. Her arrival had been during a hail storm, forcing her inside, along with the need to recover. Now that the weather had cleared and she could stand upright again, she wanted to see everything. There were a number of buildings that had been converted for different uses, like the police station. They received a passing glance. Instead, she headed towars the destroyed bungalows
There would be a number of things to take and claim, it just meant having to find her way inside. Carefully stepping over some of the debris, she peered into the broken windows. There was someone else passing by, someone that was out enjoying the day as well.
"Has anyone tried to go into these houses before?" She looked back. "What happened to them? They look like they collapsed."
The Woods
There were at least weapons available for use, including a bow. Gathering a handful of arrows, Lyanna headed into the woods. There was apparently good game, given what Jon brought back to the bungalow every day. It wouldn't be the same without a horse and hounds, but she would make do.
There were a few climbable trees, a place where she could sit and wait for the game to come out into the open. She hoisted herself up and perched herself on a large branch. Apparently others passed by often, as she would hear the brush being disturbed. Just as she took aim, she'd have to lower her bow at the sight of another person.
"You're scaring the rabbits."
The Woods - Closed to Jon
It was a strange thing to sit on a secret of this magnitude. Ned had told her the truth about Jon when she first arrived, but health and surroundings took her attention. There was so much else to process before she digested that her newly born son had grown into a man. She had lost so much time, surrendering him into the care of the man she trusted more than anyone. It didn't change the longing she had in her heart to know him better, to talk with him and learn about the man he had become.
But how to even approach it. Each time she tried to tell him she knew, she found the words wouldn't come. So instead, she fell back and retreated from the topic. She would ask other questions, but none of what she really wanted to know.
Having enough, she followed him out to the woods, making mention before that she wanted to hunt with him. She wasn't ever good with delicacy. So instead of easing into the topic, she simply blurted out, "I know you're my son."
no subject
She set her quiver and bow to the side, leaning it against the true. "You are not hunting?" The plants in his basket should have made that obvious, but she was scrambling to think of the right sort of small talk. "Will you be using it for healing or to beautify your home?"
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He crosses over to help her collect the arrows, feeling at least a little responsible since he was disrupting her hunt. "No, I'm not much of a hunter I'm afraid," he admits, not really ashamed of it since he's only stating the obvious. He knew how to use a sword and a gun, but that was about it--and that was more for fighting than hunting which he knew to be entirely different. "And it's for healing purposes. I was a nurse back home, so I try to help at the hospital here," he hands her the arrows he's collected, looking down at his own herb collection.
"Sort of new to actually collecting herbs though...so I'll need to have someone check these to make sure I didn't get them confused..." A lot of the plants looked the same, it made him wish that maybe he should have paid more attention to his father's gardening lessons as a kid.
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It might have been showing off, but she was also like this normally.
"You are not a maester?" She collected the arrows, slipping them back into the quiver. "I don't know very much about plants, but I think there is someone in the village who would?" It would be wise to learn about the plants, not just for someone who treated medicine but for someone wandering the woods. None of them were familiar to her, something could be poisonous. "I could teach you to hunt?"
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"Yes, there a few people, I've already been speaking to them which is why I'm out here in the first place. I guess this would be a bit like a test to see how well I can identify the right plants in the wild," he looked down at his collection. He just hoped he hadn't accidentally grabbed anything poisonous since he wasn't exactly using gloves. Although, part of the lesson HAD been how to avoid poison ivy, oak, and other foul plants.
Rory smiled weakly, "I'm not really interested in hunting. I think we have enough people taking care of that. But thank you for the offer."
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"You found some mint." She reached to pull a sprig from his collection. She at least recognized something. "I don't know if it has medical uses, but if you chew it, your breath will smell good." Not that she was insinuating anything. For added effect, she popped it in her mouth and started to chew. The taste was overwhelming, but delicious and familiar.
"Then what do you do besides medicine?"