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snowblindrpg2015-06-03 10:55 pm
mislike) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-06-03 10:55 pm
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( closed log ) And in the evening when I come
Characters: Sansa Stark/ Alayne Stone and Eiri
Location House on W6
Date: 001, early evening
Summary: First meeting
Warnings: None?
The morning had been spent searching and pacing. It was a land unknown to her-- from what she could tell. At the very least she was not at the Eyrie, and awakening alone had a fear growing in her stomach. She was a wanted girl with a sum on her head, trusting a man who had just killed her aunt in front of her. Sansa Stark had very little in the world any more, save for her tongue. It had been the only thing that had kept her alive to this point.
But the hallowed out building, touched with fire she would guess, offered little answers. She did not understand the device that had been given to her. And she was faced with a dilemma and zero answers. To brave the snow outside or stay in one place, sure to spend the night with her teeth chattering. It took her the morning hours to decide this, the sun making its way into the sky, though she knew it would offer very little warmth. If she was to leave it must be now.
So bundling the winter cloak she had on her, Sansa headed northward from the shelter. There did not seem to be much, mayhaps once a village that had burrowed into itself. The trek north was mostly barren, but she could see the building in the distance. At least it was a rising mount on the horizon. Even with her Northern skin and seeing the snow in the Eyrie, she wished for nothing more to get indoors again, to find someone (hopefully to find Petyr, but that was wishing on foolishness).
Stepping up to the porch, she was quiet, cautious. Even with her dyed dark hair, she worried someone will pause too long on her face-- or worse, run into Cersei herself. She must be cautious. She must be Alayne.
Location House on W6
Date: 001, early evening
Summary: First meeting
Warnings: None?
The morning had been spent searching and pacing. It was a land unknown to her-- from what she could tell. At the very least she was not at the Eyrie, and awakening alone had a fear growing in her stomach. She was a wanted girl with a sum on her head, trusting a man who had just killed her aunt in front of her. Sansa Stark had very little in the world any more, save for her tongue. It had been the only thing that had kept her alive to this point.
But the hallowed out building, touched with fire she would guess, offered little answers. She did not understand the device that had been given to her. And she was faced with a dilemma and zero answers. To brave the snow outside or stay in one place, sure to spend the night with her teeth chattering. It took her the morning hours to decide this, the sun making its way into the sky, though she knew it would offer very little warmth. If she was to leave it must be now.
So bundling the winter cloak she had on her, Sansa headed northward from the shelter. There did not seem to be much, mayhaps once a village that had burrowed into itself. The trek north was mostly barren, but she could see the building in the distance. At least it was a rising mount on the horizon. Even with her Northern skin and seeing the snow in the Eyrie, she wished for nothing more to get indoors again, to find someone (hopefully to find Petyr, but that was wishing on foolishness).
Stepping up to the porch, she was quiet, cautious. Even with her dyed dark hair, she worried someone will pause too long on her face-- or worse, run into Cersei herself. She must be cautious. She must be Alayne.
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Nothing to it now except to head back to the house in which he had woken up. At least he knew that one point of shelter existed. Now he'll just have to take the time to take into account the location and figure out what to do from here on out. But when he got back to the house, he saw something new there.
A person.
Gripping the golf club he had found earlier in his hand a little tighter, though not raising it, he stopped a little ways from the porch. "I'm guessing you don't live here." That'd be too easy if he could just stumble across a native of this frozen wasteland.
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"My apologies if I am intruding," she said looking back up at him. "But no. I awoke not too far from here."
She was not sure what she was in search for, but the previous home had little in the way of shelter. Turning back towards the way she came, Sansa pointed down past the rubble. "The home had been burned, I would guess. It offered no answers and little heat," she explained, keeping the fact that she was truly alone and without resources to herself.
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Just keep his eyes open, as always.
"We're all intruding. And something tells me we won't find much heat anywhere around here." What she had said about the house she started out from, however, was worth keeping in mind. From what Eiri had seen so far, Norfinbury was clearly abandoned and a little rundown, but nothing about his house (he had taken to mentally calling it his own, even if it obviously wasn't) yielded any answers as to why the population had suddenly disappeared. Or whatever happened to them.
A fire, though...
He kept his face composed, but the thought of a house fire hit too close to home. He could still remember that day his house burned down and how he lost everything. How he lost his entire family.
It was still a pretty common thing, though, so nodding once to himself, he brushed past the woman and headed to the front door. Standing around chattting in the cold would help no one. And, even though he could have easily shut the door in her face and force her to go find shelter somewhere else, he held it open, waiting for her to follow.
"A house fire may be its own answer. Obviously not to whether or not it was an accident, but the fact that it happened at all can tell us a few things." He paused, deciding to amend that statement a little bit. "Okay, a very small few."
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"Something must have happened to the villagers," she stated, feeling a little foolish about saying it. If he asked her if she was one, it seemed that he hadn't found anyone either. There were very few clues, but he was right in thinking that information should be stored.
She must be observant here as well.
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The woman's observance was pretty obvious, though. Of course something happened to the villagers. Otherwise, they'd still be here, right? "I haven't seen any bodies yet, so I doubt a pandemic spread. At least not to this area." That was actually kind of reassuring in its own way. Dealing with a known disease is one thing, trying to deal with something completely new is another. Still, "It looks like there was an evacuation, considering they left most of their things. The things they couldn't carry. I haven't found many valuables, though, so they either took it all at once or other people before us cleaned them out." If there had been anyone before them.