sixthiterationlogs | "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."

Threaded | Flat

The sun light was not as good for the plants as Rory had been lead to believe. Apparently, there was such a thing as too much sunlight. Rory knew they could dry the herbs needed for medicine, but it would only work if they were collected BEFORE they died. Otherwise, Rory probably wouldn't be out in the woods, but he needed to take this opportunity to practice his ability to identify plants for medicine AND save the plants from just withering away.

Much like the rabbits, he is unaware of anyone else in this part of the woods. This could likely get him killed--if it was someone after him. Instead, when he hears a voice, he looks up and then has to turn around, careful not to knock over the basket he'd been placing plants in. "The rabbits?" He notices the bow, blinks, "Oh...you're hunting. Sorry."

Baze had thought he'd been moving quietly, but apparently that's not actually enough. He peers up at the woman in the tree, then peers harder at her weapon. It can't be the kind he's used to, propelled by plasma or shooting a laser, but the physicality of it looks simple enough. "Snares work better for rabbits," he answers her, instead of apologizing.

Jon had just nocked an arrow to take aim at a doe in the wood when he heard Lyanna's pronouncement and it shocked him so badly that the arrow slipped and the bowstring twanged against his forearm and left a bright mark. She knew? How long had she known? Who had told her? The latter, he imagined, could only have come from his lord father but even still, how long had she known? Why had she kept it from him?

"My...lady," he managed, not certain what to say. "How do you know?"

Cougar isn't hunting today, but mainly because he's out of proper arrows and he needs time to make new ones. He did this as he walked to keep himself from growing sedentary, whistling aloud to keep himself company. He arches a brow when he comes across a woman with a bow, though Cougar probably has scared off all the rabbits nearby. "They will come back," he says, gesturing at her with one of his carved arrows. "Besides, I don't need that to get rabbit," he adds, just a little smug.