sixthiterationlogs | we know no king but the king in the north (ota)

WHO: Jon Snow
WHERE: woods; inn
WHEN: 4 March
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: TBD

As the weather had been a bit milder these past few days, Jon had taken the bow and been ranging more than he had when the snows were thick and coming down on a regular basis. It was easier to find game when fresh shoots were pushing up through the earth and there was one clearing in the forest that was especially good for hunting; deer liked to gather around a small pond and drink and it was easy to bag at least one before the others scattered in panic.

One buck would be enough to feed people for several days, even if the whole village ate from it, and while he still hunted birds and the like it was a good target to have. Approaching the watering hole, he nocked an arrow in his bow and aimed, only to be startled out of the shot by being in Winterfell again.

Winter is here.

Sansa looked at him with grim determination, the girlish features of her face hardened now into stone. She'd gone through so much in the last several years, changed so much, and yet beneath it all she still had what made her a Stark. He was a Stark too, he guessed, after having been crowned King in the North but he didn't feel it. He would never feel like a true Stark in these walls.

When he came free of the memory, the arrow was lodged in a tree and the deer were gone. He headed back to the village empty handed and went to get something to drink. He wished it were ale, considering, but it was only tea because they had nothing stronger. Why would that have felt so real? Why would he be standing on the battlements at Winterfell with Sansa - a Sansa that was older than the one here? It made no sense.

"Something queer is going on in this place," he said, speaking loud enough to be overheard by anyone else who might be walking into the Inn. "I've never had a vision of home before."

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"If I had a child, I would be beside myself if I had to leave her. Leaving her against my will would be worse," Jon said, frowning deeply.

"I'll take you to the place. Hopefully you'll be able to see her and know that she is safe where she is now."

Danny smiles warmly. "I hope she is safe, she got her mother and also Steve promised to look after her." That doesn't make it any easier to be away from her though, he had moved to Hawaii to be close to her after all.

"But it would be great if we could go there."

"I'll take you. If there's a chance you could see her, I wouldn't deny you the opportunity," Jon said. Family was important to him, as little as he had left, and he would do anything to see his family if the only way he could was to go to the woods and hope for the best.

"I don't know if it will happen again but we must try. You're ready to go now, I hope?"

Danny nods. If you'd asked him before Jon had shared his story he probably would have said no but given how much he wanted to see Grace again and that he wasn't sure how long he was going to have the chance to do so his opinions on the matter had changed.

"Yeah, let's go." He pulls his coat back on and heads for the door.

The place where Jon had a vision of Winterfell was deep enough in the woods where game felt safe enough to venture out to drink but not so deep that it was a long trek. It was a place that most people, he thought, ought to be able to navigate their way back to civilization from.

When they came to the edge of the pool in the clearing, Jon halted. "This is where it happened. Right here. It came upon me suddenly, though, and I don't know what the trigger was. Hopefully if we wait a moment, it will happen for you."

Danny, unlike Jon was not raised in anything resembling woods and even though Steve had dragged him into the jungle more often than Danny likes he had still been relying on his phone to find the way back out. But given that he has Jon he isn't so worried.

Once they get to the pool Danny steps a little closer to it. Glancing down at it as he waits. And waits. He is growing ever more frustrated as he waits and it is not easy to hide. A few minutes later he turns back and shakes his head.

"Nothing? I haven't gotten another flash myself," Jon admitted. It was disheartening because he'd hoped that Danny would have a chance to see his child and know she was safe but he also knew the nature of the village was ever-changing; there was no guarantee of anything.

"I had hoped you'd see something, both for your sake to see your child but also to confirm what I saw."

Danny sighs. "Maybe we need to try again later." But part of him fears he is never going to see Grace again. "I am sorry I couldn't confirm it, but I don't doubt it happened. Strange things happen here all the time."

"Strange things do happen," Jon said, nodding gravely. "I am still sorry you couldn't see your family. I wanted that for you. I am close to my family and while I have a good bit of them here, I wanted to know that everything was all right back home. I wanted to know that things were going well in Westeros so it would ease my mind as I tarried in this place with no way out."

Jon was afraid he wouldn't ever get that vision back, that he wouldn't see the rest of it and wouldn't know what happened with Winterfell beyond seeing Sansa there on the battlements.

"Yeah I miss her. I had to leave her before I came here. Wasn't sure if I was ever going to see her again when I left and then I ended up here." Danny sighs. "How about we try coming back here tomorrow? You'd be alright with that?"

"Absolutely. I'll bring you back any time you'd like," Jon promised. He wouldn't deny a man the chance to see his family and, selfishly, Jon would like the chance to prove that the visions were real and not something he'd simply made up. He was a practical man and a grounded one. This wasn't something he normally experienced and it bothered him that somehow he might be the only one.

"Should I meet you in the Inn around midday?"

"That sounds great. Thank you." Danny smiles warmly. "And if there is anything you need... I'd like to repay the favour somehow."

He walks silently for a moment and then he glances over. "Tell me of your home? Sounds interesting, I'd like to know more."

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