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Winter had come to the Island for the second time, and Ygritte could not say she was surprised. Winter was inevitable, unstoppable, even by this insane sorcery. But as long as it was mixed in with Summer, she did not mind much.
After the excitement of slaughtering the Others, life had almost become dull for the wildling. She was getting to feel a bit trapped on the land, longing to race across huge fields of snow. The snow had come at least, and it had been kind enough to bring new creatures, new forests.
She'd been prowling along through the new undergrowth when she heard a trumpeting call that came straight from home. They'd once said the Horn that could end Winter had mayhaps been made from the tusk of a mammoth, though Ygritte remained unsure of that bit.
She was still sure of many other things, as evidenced by her willingness to approach the creature. Danger be damned, she clambered up on it with a skillful hand, and burying her fingers in the coarse hair, she dug her heels in.
It wasn't much longer that the creature was lumbering down the beach at full speed, with a small wildling on his back, her hair streaming in a bright river of fire behind her.
[Wildling onna mammoth. Flag her down!]
After the excitement of slaughtering the Others, life had almost become dull for the wildling. She was getting to feel a bit trapped on the land, longing to race across huge fields of snow. The snow had come at least, and it had been kind enough to bring new creatures, new forests.
She'd been prowling along through the new undergrowth when she heard a trumpeting call that came straight from home. They'd once said the Horn that could end Winter had mayhaps been made from the tusk of a mammoth, though Ygritte remained unsure of that bit.
She was still sure of many other things, as evidenced by her willingness to approach the creature. Danger be damned, she clambered up on it with a skillful hand, and burying her fingers in the coarse hair, she dug her heels in.
It wasn't much longer that the creature was lumbering down the beach at full speed, with a small wildling on his back, her hair streaming in a bright river of fire behind her.
[Wildling onna mammoth. Flag her down!]