"Under the Dappled Sunlight"

[iron_beneath_beauty]

WHO: Lyanna Stark
WHERE: Around the village, the Woods
WHEN: Early June
OPEN TO: OTA, Jon Snow
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Open

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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."

Comments

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"Gun?" She glanced at him as she crouched to overturn some brush, making sure there were leaves and wild vegetation. The rabbits would come out more eagerly if there was something to eat. "Are you new as well?"

[chirrutsluck]

"Two weeks. About." Weeks is a relative term where he comes from, depending on what planet you're on or from, but he's been working to pick up the time scale used on this planet. Wherever it is. "And a gun-- projectile weapon like that." He nods to her bow. "Only uses different ammo. Mine was laser-based. Guess they don't have that here." Since he didn't get to keep it, and he hasn't found any means to recreate it yet-- not that he's been looking very hard.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

She nods, despite not having an idea about what laser beams were. "I don't think so. There are a number of things in the village that I don't recognize. If you haven't seen laser beams among the weapons, I don't think they're here." She slung the bow over her shoulder, certain that she lost her chance to collect more rabbits today. "Are you exploring?"

[chirrutsluck]

"Wandering," he admits. There's less purpose to it than actual exploring, unfortunately. He's still feeling very adrift. He's eyeing her bow with more interest than he has anything else yet, though. "May I?" he asks, pointing to it.

[iron_beneath_beauty]

The weapon was communal, something that you had to rise early and collect before others did. So there was no reason for her to say no, despite her initial and irrational hesitation. She held it out to Baze, grabbing an arrow from her quiver for him. "Do you know how to use it?"

[chirrutsluck]

"Ours shot plasma bolts," Baze answers, which is really only about half of an answer. He takes and examines the bow itself, before even looking at the arrow, running a hand over the wood and feeling the curve and tension, fingering the string for its strength and thickness.

"Does the wood wear down?" he asks. "Being this tight, bent into this shape."

[iron_beneath_beauty]

"It's made to curve this way." She replied, removing the quiver from her back so it could rest against the nearby tree. "It can break or the string could snap. Winterfell had someone that could repair them, but I don't know if we have anyone here that could do that." Or the means to fix the bow.

"I could teach you to fire it?"

[chirrutsluck]

"Is this the only one there is?" Because while he hates to be without a weapon, he's also not sure about taking one from someone who actually does know how to use it, and probably will use it more than he will. He's still not as energetic as he used to be.