sixthiterationlogs | (no subject)

WHO: Margaery Tyrell
WHERE: The Fountain
WHEN: July 21st
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open

There had been green before her eyes and the rumble of the ground beneath her feet. A sudden roar and then it all disappeared, replaced by the sound of splashing and swirling water before her eyes. Margaery sputtered, liquid filling her eyes, nose and mouth, pulling her down into the depths as she struggled to understand what was happening and where she was.

Pressure grew in her chest, reminding her that she didn't have time to rest in a delirium. She needed air and needed to fight to the surface for it. Kicking and struggling, she swam fiercely, channeling all of her confusion and fear into her movements. It wasn't long before the light she chased was in reach and the surface surrounded her. She took a sharp ragged breath, scanning around her environment, on edge and waiting for more danger. Her limbs trembled, shock deeply rooted in her.

Slowly, she pulled herself from the fountain (was a fountain really so deep?) and fell against the ground. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat returning to normal. She sputtered, spitting out the excess water that had found itself into her mouth.

That was done. She had survived, but where had she landed? What place was this and what waited for her? What nightmare had she woken to?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He wore the same color scrubs as she did, something she noticed immediately. It seemed that the colors varied, lumping some into certain groups. That he was part of hers piqued her interest. Why they shared this grouping, she didn't know yet, but it was possible he could shed some light for her. If they could get past the language barrier.

The questions became clearer when he clarified the word 'new'. She nodded, leaning forward. "Yes. I'm new. I only just arrived." She hoped that he might understand. "No, I'm not in need of help, save for answers about this place. No one seems to know why we're here or what this place is."

Thorfinn had no answers for anyone on anything. These thoughts hadn't crossed his mind yet, his concern was winter would come soon enough and no one was ready. Being born in as cold of a place as Iceland, he was terrified for winter coming.

Her words went to quickly and his eyes widened in confusion but he caught some of it. Enough. "Answers.... no." He spoke hoping it made enough sense. He really had no down pat, it was everything thing else he was having issues with. He offered a weak smile. "Inn." He pointed towards the center of the village. "People go." Maybe answers were there.

She realized only too late how fast she had asked her questions. They were both at a disadvantage, attempting to compensate for the lack of understanding towards each other. Not only did she have to adjust to this strange world, but she needed to find ways around the language barrier.

Given the rough entrance she had, her mind was still frazzled and frustrated. She tried to keep it from showing on her face. He wasn't at fault, he was only trying to help and she didn't wish to insult him.

She nodded, following his line of thinking. "Soon." She said, glancing back at her house, newly claimed and completely quiet. Crowds, she couldn't manage them just yet. It still sent a shudder up her spine. "Drying." She pulled at the scrubs on her legs, showing that they still were damp and clinging to her. It seemed as good an excuse as any.

He nodded in an understanding way. Her words were simple enough and he was very good at reading body language. He had always been kind of a quiet kind of guy so he had taken to reading people at a younger age, to both sense their motives and see if they were lying and to keep from having to make himself be noticed to much. His warriors tale was filled with different kinds of combat some were mental like staring people down from across a great hall before stalking outside to end that life. They were all skills he had picked up, all skills that came in useful in his life even though he was tired of murder.

He nodded to show he understood. He didn't really know anything else to say, which was a downside to his quiet nature he wasn't always the best at conversation like most Norsemen were expected to be. "Al..right." He pieced the word together he heard Jo use when she was agreeing and letting him go about his tasks. "Need help, Inn." He pieced the words together offering her a light smile. Clearly about to head off and leave her to her devices, the woman deserved to have some peace of mind and it was a bit rude to intrude her space.

She could understand those skills, they were how she survived for so long in King's Landing. Despite her end, she had always kept two steps ahead of everyone else, able to read them easily and quickly. She knew what they wanted to see and offered it to them. Only because she had newly arrived and was shaken, had she let her guard down, granting him the sight of her vulnerability and frustrations.

The next time they met, it would be gone.

She nodded, grateful that he had checked on her, despite his inability to fully communicate. "Thank you." She said, hoping her understood.

He nodded in return tipping his head as a silent way of saying goodbye, turning to lift the bag he had left by his feet and moved to head off towards the village. Back to Jo's house.