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farsickness2020-08-24 07:48 pm
king_inthenorth) wrote in farsickness2020-08-24 07:48 pm
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WHO: Jon Snow and ota
WHEN: end of August
WHAT: Jon goes exploring
WHERE: the forest around Gazin
NOTES: n/a
[Ramblin' Man]
It has been some time since Jon has had the opportunity to just enjoy the feeling and solitude of vast open spaces. First in the areas around Winterfell, and then later north of the Wall. The first time he'd felt truly at home was beyond the Wall, though that had been more because of the people than because of the landscape itself.
He has some time now, and the arrangements have been made. Originally he had planned to do some exploring with another person, one he hasn't seen around in days. Just because she's gone doesn't mean the original plan doesn't stand, though. So here he is, with the supplies he needs for camping away from home for a couple of days. Those supplies consist mainly of himself, his horse, a bedroll, a water skin, a knife, and his sword (he's heard stories). Some food can be hunted or trapped, the rest is tucked in his pack. Firewood can also be gathered.
At the end of the first day, once it starts growing dark, anyone else out and about in the area around Gazin might find themselves drawn to his fire (and the meat roasting over it), or perhaps someone might stumble upon man, horse, and fire purely by accident. However it is that he's found, come along and make yourself welcome.
[Oh Wyvern, What Big wings You Have]
He starts out again early the next morning, with no particular goal in mind. He's cautious, because he has heard about various creatures living in the area, but as it happens, he's not cautious enough. He's just packing up after taking a midday break to stretch his legs and allow both himself and the horse a chance to eat something when he looks up and finds himself face-to-face with a wyvern. It's a smaller one, by his guess not fully grown, which could mean that it's less of a threat but also means that its mother could be around somewhere, and running across her is a scenario he'd rather avoid.
He draws his sword, quietly, and grips it in his right hand. Then, for reasons he doesn't fully know, he extends his left hand in the direction of the wyvern, which is simply standing watching him.
There they stand, neither making a move, at a seeming impasse.
WHEN: end of August
WHAT: Jon goes exploring
WHERE: the forest around Gazin
NOTES: n/a
[Ramblin' Man]
It has been some time since Jon has had the opportunity to just enjoy the feeling and solitude of vast open spaces. First in the areas around Winterfell, and then later north of the Wall. The first time he'd felt truly at home was beyond the Wall, though that had been more because of the people than because of the landscape itself.
He has some time now, and the arrangements have been made. Originally he had planned to do some exploring with another person, one he hasn't seen around in days. Just because she's gone doesn't mean the original plan doesn't stand, though. So here he is, with the supplies he needs for camping away from home for a couple of days. Those supplies consist mainly of himself, his horse, a bedroll, a water skin, a knife, and his sword (he's heard stories). Some food can be hunted or trapped, the rest is tucked in his pack. Firewood can also be gathered.
At the end of the first day, once it starts growing dark, anyone else out and about in the area around Gazin might find themselves drawn to his fire (and the meat roasting over it), or perhaps someone might stumble upon man, horse, and fire purely by accident. However it is that he's found, come along and make yourself welcome.
[Oh Wyvern, What Big wings You Have]
He starts out again early the next morning, with no particular goal in mind. He's cautious, because he has heard about various creatures living in the area, but as it happens, he's not cautious enough. He's just packing up after taking a midday break to stretch his legs and allow both himself and the horse a chance to eat something when he looks up and finds himself face-to-face with a wyvern. It's a smaller one, by his guess not fully grown, which could mean that it's less of a threat but also means that its mother could be around somewhere, and running across her is a scenario he'd rather avoid.
He draws his sword, quietly, and grips it in his right hand. Then, for reasons he doesn't fully know, he extends his left hand in the direction of the wyvern, which is simply standing watching him.
There they stand, neither making a move, at a seeming impasse.
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"There's more than I can eat, and he won't eat any. You're welcome to it."
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"Most nobles I know hate camping this way."
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He leans forward to add some wood to the fire. "Jeor Mormont. He was Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. I was his steward."
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"Were you? What was he like?"