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farsickness2021-02-12 09:22 pm
ulfur) wrote in farsickness2021-02-12 09:22 pm
Through the woods we ran [February catchall]
Who: Ned Stark and open
When: February
What: monster-hunting, horse-racing, drinking, and other wholesome family activities
Where: Gazin, Vasari forest, various towns
Warning(s): drinking, will update as needed
Ned Stark is no stranger to winter. He revels in the coldest months, the blankets of snow that fall and the fierce winds that whip at his face. It does nothing to keep him from roaming the countryside, exploring alone or with companions. Everywhere he goes, the grey dun stallion he has bought comes with him. Ned had considered other names than the one the horse had come with, but he found none better suited to the sleek, intuitive creature than Pantheon, and so Pantheon he remained.
During the deepest months of winter, it has become harder and harder to find resources to gather and sell, animals and monsters to hunt. Ned takes up what work he can find. Saving every penny, living off the land when he can. He wants a piece of property that he and Lyanna can call their own. If their purpose here is to be any significant length of time, he wants a home they can always come back to.
And so every time he rides through Gazin, he keeps an ear out for any land for sale, perhaps one with a house already built that could be added on to. It can be well outside the city, somewhere affordable but with good land for planting and perhaps raising their own livestock.
And every so often in his adventures, he crosses paths with someone who turns an ordinary day into a memorable one.
[OOC: starters below or snag him anywhere that suits.]
When: February
What: monster-hunting, horse-racing, drinking, and other wholesome family activities
Where: Gazin, Vasari forest, various towns
Warning(s): drinking, will update as needed
Ned Stark is no stranger to winter. He revels in the coldest months, the blankets of snow that fall and the fierce winds that whip at his face. It does nothing to keep him from roaming the countryside, exploring alone or with companions. Everywhere he goes, the grey dun stallion he has bought comes with him. Ned had considered other names than the one the horse had come with, but he found none better suited to the sleek, intuitive creature than Pantheon, and so Pantheon he remained.
During the deepest months of winter, it has become harder and harder to find resources to gather and sell, animals and monsters to hunt. Ned takes up what work he can find. Saving every penny, living off the land when he can. He wants a piece of property that he and Lyanna can call their own. If their purpose here is to be any significant length of time, he wants a home they can always come back to.
And so every time he rides through Gazin, he keeps an ear out for any land for sale, perhaps one with a house already built that could be added on to. It can be well outside the city, somewhere affordable but with good land for planting and perhaps raising their own livestock.
And every so often in his adventures, he crosses paths with someone who turns an ordinary day into a memorable one.
[OOC: starters below or snag him anywhere that suits.]
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But she knows better, now.
She knows that sooner or later, they will probably return home and she'll once more be parted from him. So she is enjoying being together with her favourite brother again. For however long it might last.
And she is enjoying the freedom she has. Being able to come and go where she wishes, when she wishes. See who she wishes. Kiss who she wishes. (She loves Rhaegar, yes, but they're not yet married. And he isn't here. She's alone, a world away from the man she loves. Why shouldn't she enjoy what has always been denied her while she can? Somewhere where it's safe. Where nothing will come of it. Where it won't harm her family's name.) Able to drink, and fight, and ride as she wishes
And ride she does. They've earned gold enough to afford horses for the both of them, and the moment she saw her she'd fallen in love. Known that she was the horse for her. A horse as spirited as she. She named the mare Sona. It means snow in Valyrian, and it just… suits. Both the horse and Lyanna herself. She rides as often as she can. Hunting, doing odd jobs, gathering resources to sell, doing what she can to earn gold towards the Stark homestead, here in this world. A second Winterfell.
She's cantering through the forest when she spots a familiar horse and rider, and, grinning, she nudges Sona into a gallop to catch up with her brother.