sixthiterationlogs | 05 Trying her best [Open + 1 Closed]

WHO: Moana
WHERE: Cliffs & Inn
WHEN: March 17th - 18th
OPEN TO: Ned & ALL
WARNINGS: bruising, that's it.
STATUS: OPEN

Cliff – Closed for Ned

She stood at the bottom of the high cliff, her dark eyes scanning up towards the sky. It was the perfect place to begin her climb.

It wasn’t the greatest plan, Moana knew that, but that hasn’t stopped her before and it wasn’t going to stop her now. She was covered as best she could in clothing. If the fireflies returned, the only thing that she had to be careful of was her eyes which were fully exposed. Her hair was tied up and a rope that Moana had made was looped around her torso. The end of that rope was connected to her spear which was safely secured on her back. She was ready.

It would be difficult to climb in boots but Moana was determined to see her plan through to the end.

Climbing was second nature, at times she’d pause and have to search for a handhold or a place to put her boot but it wasn’t too difficult to make her way up the towering rock face. When she was about half way to her goal she paused and looked behind her. The valley expanded beneath her, there was no harsh brightness but she saw the heavy weight of the fog and the thick clouds that gathered ominously above them. It was beautiful in its own right; quiet, peaceful and still. As her eyes scanned the ground, she noticed that the walls circled the entire area. They really were stuck in a hole in the ground.

Before Moana was able to continue her ascent she spotted the flickering lights of the fireflies, rising up to meet her. She began to climb, faster than before, but there was no way for her to outrun the flying menace. Moana paused when they got closer. She waved a hand in front of her face, knowing that the rest of her frame was protected by several layers of clothing. Her fingers cramped as she struggled to keep herself flush against the rock face.

A first she felt weightless and then she was falling.

Moana screamed and then remembered that she had a plan B. She pulled the spear from her back, her muscles protesting as she twisted midair. She threw the spear upward; the rope unwinding around her torso as she continued her rapid decent. The pointed tip of the spear embedded into the rock face and the rope around her torso tightened. Her fall stopped with a sudden jolt, breaking her spear in half while dropping her the last 10 feet to the ground.

The hard impact of the ground vibrated uncomfortably through her while her spear landed somewhere to her right. Everything hurt but Moana wiggled her fingers and toes, as Jyn once told her too, confirming that she’d heal and it’d be fine.

"Ow..." She didn’t think she could stand but she knew it wasn’t safe to continue flying prone on the forest floor.

Inn – Open

Moana had decided take the time to heal after Ned found her at the base of the cliff. She was lucky that she didn’t get stung; however she was bruised from head to toe and sore. Her plan didn’t work, which was fine, because now she knew not to do that.

She spent the next day or so around the inn, wearing a tank top with the provided navy blue scrub bottoms. This gave anyone looking a clear view of the lightning scar across her shoulder and back as well as the dark purple and black bruises that trailed from the base of her neck, all the way down to the heel of her foot. Sitting was difficult but Moana could be found standing next to the fire, her arm leaning against the wall to keep her upright while she focused on the task in front of her.

She had decided to work on a new project. Making long strings, like nets and ropes, was boring. Instead, Moana started to work on something more complicated. She used the same milkweed fibers as before. Her fingers nimbly dipped and weaved with the threads creating a lace like pattern that she hoped to turn into a necklace, bracelet or anklet.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I'm glad to hear it." Moana exhaled a breath of relief. "I've met her. Well, she helped me out just after I first arrived." Sansa had taught Moana a lot about snow and the cold. It was probably a strange thing to teach someone but coming from a tropical island had a lot of disadvantages. The cold seeped into her sink, chilling her to the bone. On top of that, Moana was in a constant battle against layering clothing. She hated how it restricted her movements. She also hated shoes which was why she chose not to wear them when she was inside.

"It isn't so bad." Her lips tugged into an unsure smile. "I can handle a little soreness." Almost drowning, being struck by lighting and now falling from a cliff: she at least found new ways to injure herself.

"I should be healed in a few days but I was told that the discoloration might take a few weeks to fade." Her skin was already tan but it only seemed to accent the dark purple bruises along her back. "How have you been?" Her eyes quickly scanned down his form, he looked well though Moana knew that could be misleading.

"I've been well," Robb replied, and then hesitated, smiling to himself. "Very well, actually. My father arrived not long ago. I hadn't thought I would ever see him again."

While it was true enough that his emotions about his father were no less complicated now than they ever had been, that there was still a twist in his stomach anytime he laid eyes on the man, the simple joy of having him alive and near again was undeniable.

"Apparently I continue to be lucky," he added. "You ought to join us for a meal some evening. It's a bit crowded, but we'd be glad to have you."

Moana's smile grew and brightened. It was easy to forget her own soreness in light of another's good news. "That's wonderful!" She didn't know the specifics of Robb's situation but she imagined that having his father here was better than not... even if fathers could be overbearing at times.

"I'd be happy to. Crowded meals are my favorite kind." That's how it'd always been in her village and it was something she missed. The inn was nice because she got to hear the heavy steps come and go but there was still a separation between those who stayed there. Everyone on her island had been her family and she felt their absence. "I'm sure I could find something to bring also."

Moana paused in her excitement and the thought about Robb's last name. "Oh, is your father's first name Ned?"

After briefly faltering, Robb let out a faint, astonished huff of laughter. Of course his father had gotten round the village and met everyone he could, and of course he looked straight out of Westeros, even in the queer clothing this place provided. One of the most daunting aspects of becoming lord of Winterfell himself was how he might manage to be so at ease with the mantle. You could look at Eddard Stark and instantly know he was a lord; Robb always felt as if he were simply muddling through.

"It is," he confirmed. "You've met him, then? I can't say I'm surprised, between the two of you."

Moana liked it when he laughed though it seemed to be short lived.

Dark brown eyes watched him curiously as he spoke. "Yes, we have." She didn't know how much of the story Robb was interested in but Moana owed his father for helping her. She'd probably be in worse shape now if it hadn't been for him.

"Why do you say that?" It sounded like he was implying something and Moana couldn't figure out exactly what. She knew herself but she didn't know Ned Stark very well.

"You're exceedingly friendly, and my father has a tendency to look after most everyone he knows. So it isn't surprising that you'd meet. Neither of you strike me as the sort to stay away from others." It honestly wouldn't surprise Robb at all if a fortnight from now, his father was practically running the whole place without even trying.

"I've no doubt he found you charming," he added with a smile. "I'm going to guess that you got on well."

Ned reminded her a lot of her father but she wasn't sure if that was good or bad. He cared about people, that much was obvious. "That might be true. I'm used to having to work with others." She wanted others to be happy, it was something that was ingrained in her since she was very young. Her father had always intended for her to replace him and it affected her upbringing.

"Thank you for saying so but I think he found me reckless." Since she'd fallen from the rock wall. "We're friends." Moana was friends with most in the village.

"Friends?" Robb echoed, his eyebrows lifting in surprise, although his smile remained intact. Either Moana, with her open and effusive generosity, had a different definition of what constituted a friend than he had, or she and his father actually had lived up to their reputations when put together. Both scenarios were entirely likely.

"I hope you weren't doing anything so reckless as to warrant his disappointed look. It's a rather difficult one to get over, in my experience."

Moana made friends easily though it wasn't just because she was nice. She was passionate, open and intelligent. It was easy to charm those she meets. There was a part of Robb's father that reminded her of her own.

Would he be disappointed if he saw her now.

"Ah, I might have. I'm used to that look." She smiled a bit, her figure scratching at her cheek.

"It is common to fathers, I suppose," Robb allowed with a low chuckle, although he secretly believed that his own father was particularly gifted at it. Come to think of it, so was his mother. Neither of them needed say a word to make you feel terribly guilty about some ridiculous or selfish thing you'd done.

"But it sounds as if you made up in the end. I'm glad."

05 Trying her best [Open + 1 Closed]

Cliff – Closed for Ned

Inn – Open

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