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sixthiterationlogs2016-11-05 07:47 pm
tooktheblack) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-11-05 07:47 pm
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i was following the pack all swallowed in their coats
WHO: Jon Snow
WHERE: Woods, village, along the road
WHEN: 4 November, before Finnick's post
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None at this time.
STATUS: open.
The weather had turned sharply cold in the last fornight or so and ever since Sansa's arrival, the winds had been bitter and snow had fallen. It had melted quickly, as autumn snow often did, but there was no denying that winter would soon be on its heels. Jon had been hunting and preserving as much as he could since he'd arrived but now, with the bite in the air a sharp reminder of just how ill-prepared they were in some ways, his need was a little more urgent. He spent longer in the woods hunting each day, fighting the low light to bring back everything he could. He gathered berries and herbs, knowing that the green things would be hard to find once the snows fell thick.
Winter is Coming. Those had always been the words of House Stark, understood by few outside of the family and none outside of the North and here in this place, Jon thought he might have found some that could understand it. They would all need to work together in order to survive this winter, however long it ended up lasting, and while he knew that he, Ygritte, Robb and Sansa could make it through relatively unscathed he worried for the others. What did they know about a harsh winter, about snows that did not break? What did they know about how to survive when the sun barely rose above the horizon for days on end, when you rose in the dark and went to bed in the dark and the only light was from the fire crackling and popping in the night? What did they know?
It was not as cold here as it was at the Wall by any means and not even as cold as it could get at Winterfell in the summer and autumn and, yet, Jon was worried. He did not know if their clothing would carry them through, if it would be warm enough, and not everyone was as lucky as he to have someone to share their bed and keep them warm. Today, he'd spent long hours in the woods and was coming back to the village with less game than he'd like; he would clean it and give it over to Kate to cook and hope that he'd do better later. It would have to be better later.
As he walked, snow began to fall from the sky, the light flakes bright against the dark of his hair. They melted almost as soon as they touched him but, still, given how heavy and gray the sky was and the way the wind had turned, there was a chance they were in for yet another storm. Jon tucked his head down and walked a little faster, trying to make it to the Inn and then back to the house before the true snow began.
WHERE: Woods, village, along the road
WHEN: 4 November, before Finnick's post
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None at this time.
STATUS: open.
The weather had turned sharply cold in the last fornight or so and ever since Sansa's arrival, the winds had been bitter and snow had fallen. It had melted quickly, as autumn snow often did, but there was no denying that winter would soon be on its heels. Jon had been hunting and preserving as much as he could since he'd arrived but now, with the bite in the air a sharp reminder of just how ill-prepared they were in some ways, his need was a little more urgent. He spent longer in the woods hunting each day, fighting the low light to bring back everything he could. He gathered berries and herbs, knowing that the green things would be hard to find once the snows fell thick.
Winter is Coming. Those had always been the words of House Stark, understood by few outside of the family and none outside of the North and here in this place, Jon thought he might have found some that could understand it. They would all need to work together in order to survive this winter, however long it ended up lasting, and while he knew that he, Ygritte, Robb and Sansa could make it through relatively unscathed he worried for the others. What did they know about a harsh winter, about snows that did not break? What did they know about how to survive when the sun barely rose above the horizon for days on end, when you rose in the dark and went to bed in the dark and the only light was from the fire crackling and popping in the night? What did they know?
It was not as cold here as it was at the Wall by any means and not even as cold as it could get at Winterfell in the summer and autumn and, yet, Jon was worried. He did not know if their clothing would carry them through, if it would be warm enough, and not everyone was as lucky as he to have someone to share their bed and keep them warm. Today, he'd spent long hours in the woods and was coming back to the village with less game than he'd like; he would clean it and give it over to Kate to cook and hope that he'd do better later. It would have to be better later.
As he walked, snow began to fall from the sky, the light flakes bright against the dark of his hair. They melted almost as soon as they touched him but, still, given how heavy and gray the sky was and the way the wind had turned, there was a chance they were in for yet another storm. Jon tucked his head down and walked a little faster, trying to make it to the Inn and then back to the house before the true snow began.
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Jon had no way of knowing if it would ever get that cold in this place. He knew much less about it than he knew about his own home; he hadn't even been through a winter yet.
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"Were there gardens?" It was a small thing, but she couldn't imagine being in a place without flowers to help sweeten the air.
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"It's too cold at Winterfell to have a proper garden. There's a glass garden where the maesters grow things," Jon explained. It was kind of a silly thing, to want a garden or to think of a place as beautiful but he guessed that Winterfell was beautiful, in its own way. It just wasn't how he thought of the place.
"I thought of it more in terms of it being a large castle, of a place that was easily defensible. Sansa would think of it in terms you like."
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"Though I suppose there is something that could be said for the old ways."
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"The North has concerns that the South would not be able to aid with or care about. I think it is time for the North to become its own kingdom once again."
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"Forgive me," she paused, struggling to cover the dismay that rushed over her face. "Perhaps we could speak of happier subjects?"
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Besides, what did it matter in this place? They needed to survive the winter here.
"Do you remember what I told you about the type of branches you needed for kindling versus a large fire?"
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So long as she could get them inside before they became damp from the snow.
"Dry, small branches. You said moss and bark could also be used." She repeated it back to him.
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"You could cut your hair and try to pass as a boy but I think they'd find you out. You're too pretty to pass for long."
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She grinned, "So you say, but it seems there are prettier men in the Night's Watch than me. I should make a rather paltry man next to you."
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"Though they used to call me Lord Snow, long before I was ever Lord Commander. It used to grate."
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"And now? Do such things trouble you now?"
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"Here I am nothing but Jon Snow."
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She was not a queen here, only Margaery. "Perhaps for the best?" It only further reminded her of the mistake she had made with Ygritte. She paused in her work, reflecting on the matter with obvious regret. "Thank you, Jon." She said softly. He had at least driven the message home.
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"It puts us all on an even footing."