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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-13 03:15 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-12-13 03:15 pm
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WHO: Thorfinn
WHERE: The woods, The blacksmith.
WHEN: December 13th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will update if needed, though its Thorfinn so bad language might just be in norse.
STATUS: Open
The woods
Just like any normal day, Thorfinn was up before the sun. A sad welcome home to Jo. The resident screaming alarm clock hadn't changed that much. He felt bad for waking them, he always felt bad when it happened. He dressed quickly, pulling the multiple layers and then the cloak Kate had made on, and set about heading off into the woods. He no longer worried about any thing happening to him. It was a touch dangerous but it was also truer to himself than he had allowed himself to be for a long time. Since he had taken his oath of non-violence. He feared nothing in the woods with the horrible gift he had received. If something tried to attack either it or he would die. A sad end to a story, but it was how he felt of late.
He spent most of the morning into late afternoon felling and chopping up a tree to make it easier to drag home and split into lumber to use at home. The colder it got the more the need grew. Not just for his home but for others, which was why he left almost all of it sitting out back, easily seen to be taken. Kate was given permission as he owed her for the cloak, but still he didn't care who took from the wood pile. He and his would make due, and he would keep working through the winter.
The Blacksmith
Coming by again, he made his way inside, dropping some wood to feed the fire for the forge in case the new Stark came back to mess with it. He checked out first to make sure no one was around before pulling the door shut and taking his cloak off. His long hair was hanging loose today but mostly confined under the cloak. It was staticy when he tossed it aside. Walking across the room he sat down beside the wood pile and took a deep breath. holding his hands out he pushed his sleeves up and, then he let the breath out and watched flames start to dance around his fingers.
It hadn't gone away yet, nearly a week and he was still trying to hide it. Forever secretive when it came to himself. Reaching one of one of the split logs he had brought with him he held it in his hands watching it start to burn as he held it. He knew he should get the forge fire going and see if he could get it to temperature without relying on the charcoal, but honestly he was scared of what that meant for him.
"Faðir, hvað er að gerast við mig?"
He spoke as he did often when he thought he was alone, he spoke his now language.
WHERE: The woods, The blacksmith.
WHEN: December 13th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will update if needed, though its Thorfinn so bad language might just be in norse.
STATUS: Open
The woods
Just like any normal day, Thorfinn was up before the sun. A sad welcome home to Jo. The resident screaming alarm clock hadn't changed that much. He felt bad for waking them, he always felt bad when it happened. He dressed quickly, pulling the multiple layers and then the cloak Kate had made on, and set about heading off into the woods. He no longer worried about any thing happening to him. It was a touch dangerous but it was also truer to himself than he had allowed himself to be for a long time. Since he had taken his oath of non-violence. He feared nothing in the woods with the horrible gift he had received. If something tried to attack either it or he would die. A sad end to a story, but it was how he felt of late.
He spent most of the morning into late afternoon felling and chopping up a tree to make it easier to drag home and split into lumber to use at home. The colder it got the more the need grew. Not just for his home but for others, which was why he left almost all of it sitting out back, easily seen to be taken. Kate was given permission as he owed her for the cloak, but still he didn't care who took from the wood pile. He and his would make due, and he would keep working through the winter.
The Blacksmith
Coming by again, he made his way inside, dropping some wood to feed the fire for the forge in case the new Stark came back to mess with it. He checked out first to make sure no one was around before pulling the door shut and taking his cloak off. His long hair was hanging loose today but mostly confined under the cloak. It was staticy when he tossed it aside. Walking across the room he sat down beside the wood pile and took a deep breath. holding his hands out he pushed his sleeves up and, then he let the breath out and watched flames start to dance around his fingers.
It hadn't gone away yet, nearly a week and he was still trying to hide it. Forever secretive when it came to himself. Reaching one of one of the split logs he had brought with him he held it in his hands watching it start to burn as he held it. He knew he should get the forge fire going and see if he could get it to temperature without relying on the charcoal, but honestly he was scared of what that meant for him.
"Faðir, hvað er að gerast við mig?"
He spoke as he did often when he thought he was alone, he spoke his now language.
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Coming out of the treeline he saw her working on her fire. Walking a little closer he spoke out. "Having issue?" He asked, though he had an axe swung over one shoulder, he made sure his other hand could be seen, despite the fact the cloak was much warmer closed, he didn't wantt o give off the wrong idea and look like a threat. The hood hid his hair and face, but his accent seemed to be one of a kind in the village.
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But then that stubborn pride kicked in and her head shook. "I know how t'start a fire." she replied, eyes moving back down while she struck the flint again and again before dropping it.
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"The wood is frozen, I had much problem to." He admitted, his accent just as heavy as one would expect, reaching up he pushed the hood back, his long hair spilling free. "May I?" he asked.
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While Thorfinn was leaned over, Ygritte watched him and out of the blue asked, "Where are you from?"
Chances of him being from her world were slim, unless the man was from a different clan.
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"A cold island in the north of my home." He moved his hand out instead of the flint concentrating as the wood burst into a roaring fire. His eyes on the flames and not her as he held the flint back over. "The woods wet and frozen stiff, thats all it was, I've been having the same problem... whatever this." he waved the hand he had used to start the fire with. "is, it lets me do this now. I am not a magical person."