A young woman with short blonde hair walks in, stops, and looks around in surprise. She is wearing worn baggy trousers, a slightly stained linen shirt, boots, and a swordbelt from which hang a sword and a silver dagger.
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What's Wyrd, and how does it work? And what does it have to do with being reborn, exactly?
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I think we talk about it, yes, under another name. It sounds like what we call Fate or Destiny. There's other words for it in other languages too, I think. That actually makes a lot of sense to me, because I was murdered and when I was brought back, I was brought back here - the one place I can learn what I need to face down the spirit-being that murdered me. I was powerless against him in that life, see? But this time I get to start right in learning how to stop him.
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She looks back to Laura. "Not things, really, no. Well, some can, if they're enchanted. But what I mean when I asked if he was shapechanged is that the dweomermasters of the Westfolk can change their shape, though I've only ever known them to take bird form. I'm hoping that they'll teach me, because humans are able to learn how to do it, too."
A small grey gnome materialises at her foot and tugs on her trousers. Jill picks him up absently and gives him a pat. "You were murdered by an evil spirit? Ych, you poor lass. But if you were brought back to the one place that can teach you to deal with him, then that sounds like Wyrd."
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"You wield a sword -- is this a thing done among the women of your place? I have met one such woman here. She was from another planet, and had blue skin. I have not seen one like myself yet."
She carries Oathkeeper as always, scabbarded. She speaks as though she expects immediate reproach.
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How can she explain what she is, without resorting to terms that would mean as little to this woman as 'Wyrd' means to Brienne? "I am the trueborn daughter of a lord," she says, haltingly. "I learned to fight because I wished it and argued for it. I am good for nothing else." She indicates her awkward, tall, muscular frame, unable to articulate what an unlikely lady she made, how wrong she looked in a gown, how stupid she felt when doing anything but fighting or riding or sailing.
Her face lights up at the compliment to Oathkeeper. "The blade is Valyrian steel, very rare," she said. "It was given me by -- " the man I love, or do I? " -- someone to whom I owe a great debt, as token of an oath I swore, and means ( ... )
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"Don't put yourself down like that," she says. "I used to think the same, then found a few other things I was good at. It was good of your father to let you learn because ye gods, men and their cursed pride! I've known and known of a good few lords who've made their daughters and sisters marry regardless of their wishes. Even in the life when I was Lady Gweniver I would never have become a Moon-sworn warrior if my father and brother had still been alive."
She listens with interest to what Brienne says about Oathkeeper. "I've never heard of Valyrian steel, but the way you talk makes them sound like very good weapons indeed. This person you're oathsworn to must honour you highly to give you such a weapon."
She holds out her hand. "What little manners a silver dagger's bastard like me has must have gone to the dogs. I'm Jill -- well, it's actually Gilyan, but everyone calls me Jill."
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"The Wildfolk are spirits," she explains. "Elemental spirits, Nevyn calls them, because they're aligned to the elements. Gnomes and sprites for earth, sylphs for air, salamanders for fire and undines for water. They're not terribly intelligent, and they love to play pranks on people. Most folk can't see them, which sometimes annoys them and sometimes pleases them because it makes getting away with pranks easier."
"Some of them take likings to particular people, too." She points at the grey gnome by her feet, who grins up at Tyrion. "This little fellow's a gnome. He's followed me around ever since I can remember."
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"Hi! I'm a Jill, too... Well, Jilly actually, but I suppose it's all the same. The Wildfolk... Are they like pixies or hobbs?" Then she noticed the gnome. "Awww, he's cute!" she gushed.
OOC: Ahhh, books I've actually read. Squee!
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