Feb 06, 2008 20:25
All in all, it pleased Ygritte more than it should have.
She sat before a small, roaring fire with camp not yet set up; the goat munching on hastily pilfered food for the other hoofed creatures of the place. She'd pilfered other items too, before she'd set out to live on her own once again, and now they came in handy.
After the joy of riding the mammoths in winter, it had occurred to Ygritte to domesticate other creatures-- namely, the dinosaurs. And so she was spending much of her time riding and making bridle and harness. If they'd not all retained their claws, it would have been a much easier venture, and safer too.
For now, she sat on the beach, in front of the fire, eying the large gash on her thigh. It bled insistently into the sand, and after taking a long, hard swig of liquor, she poured a bit onto the wound. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she reached for a needle.
tobi,
ygritte,
susan pevensie,
jon snow