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[youknow_nothing]

The night is no different than any other, so far as Ygritte knows. Warm, though the breeze coming off the water is cool, and the stars bright above her head. She builds a bonfire simply because she wants to see the flames rise into the sky, but it all feels a bit solemn

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[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel can't sleep, which isn't really any big deal but it's annoying as hell. She honestly didn't mean to interrupt whatever the hell she's just stumbled upon. Seriously. But it's kind of awesome in a creepy, I hope this isn't some human sacrifice sort of way. She hangs back near the trees until it dies down and takes a step forward, figuring Ygritte will either go native on her ass or....well, something less scary.

[youknow_nothing]

Ygritte stops singing after a while, and since it's at this time of the night that Misha likes best to hunt, she's alone and caught up in her thoughts. She doesn't notice Rachel's presence until she hears the footsteps, and she turns, too homesick to be fierce or sharp at the moment.

"A song from my home," she says, and then sits down in the sand.

[sluttylyingliar]

"It's very...warrior like," Rachel decides. It's also kind of pretty, but she's not sure if that's going to get her attacked. "What does it mean?"

[youknow_nothing]

"It's about an honorable death," Ygritte murmurs. "The death of a warrior queen. I used t'fancy I would have the very same death." She lets out a sigh, and tilts her head back to look at the stars.

[rewarded_by_god]

The wild farm girls of Aerelon were nothing like the polished, plumped and painted women of Caprica. When he'd altered his accent, when he'd altered his life, his lechery was part of the persona he slipped on, and it had fit so well he'd kept it, through it all.

She was more like the priestess of Gemenon, he thought, stumbling upon her there, singing over a fire with her hair spilling loose. Singing of war and death.

"That is quite a story." In his arrogance, he felt no guilt in interrupting her.

[youknow_nothing]

There was no calling Ygritte polished, and it was with a near snarl that she pulled back from the brink of tears, turning to see who would interrupt her. Her eyebrows went up.

"I could snap you betwixt my thighs and barely feel it," she said.

[rewarded_by_god]

He realize a bit belatedly that he'd perhaps been foolish. That sort of thoughtlessness was a familiar pattern where he was concerned. Often, the only thing that saved him from these sorts of missteps was luck.

Luck that had been running alarmingly thin.

"I have no doubt of that," he admitted, taking a tentative step back.

[youknow_nothing]

"As long as y'know your place," Ygritte told him, and turned back to the fire. "Sit down, then, if you're so inclined." Her tone suggested that he was very much so inclined.

[missingthekeep]

Late nights out are nothing new to Sean, the ones where he's got a few drinks in him and the weight of the world on his shoulders, but being drawn along the beach by the glow of a fire and a haunting, unfamiliar tune, that's something a wee bit rarer. He listens from a distance with the justification that he's got nothing else better to do until the song fades off and he suddenly feels like he's watching something that he shouldn't be.

"Catchy," he says quietly, more to announce his presence than because he has anything real to say.

[youknow_nothing]

"Aye," Ygritte answers, crouching and picking up a stick so that she can stir the embers. "The song of my mothers, it is. I can only hope it is the death they were allowed t'have."

[missingthekeep]

It's a hell of a hope to have, that, but not being able to do anything about things like that is something that Sean's come to recognize as a staple of this place. "Folk may nae get much of a say in those matters, but most usually wind up gettin' the end they were gunnin' towards in life, I'd wager," he offers, offhand as he steps closer to the fire. Not all people, of course, Lord knows his Maeve hadn't had that coming to her, but most.

[brookesmart]

Brooke takes a chance, though she doesn't see it as a risk so much as her friendly duties, and walks to the edge of the fire. She catches Ygritte's hand in hers as the last line is sung, squeezing when Ygritte's voice fades into the darkness and the light dancing through it.

[youknow_nothing]

Ygritte lets out a long breath, a little shaky.

"It would be easier," she says softly, lacing her fingers with Brooke's, "if I didn't know what would happen t'them. They'll be gone within a generation or two."

[brookesmart]

"I know, babe," says Brooke with another gentle squeeze. Ygritte's spoken of the fate of her people before, and it never gets any less tragic. "But they'll live as long as you're around to remember them. And now, me too."

[youknow_nothing]

"Less than a generation then," Ygritte murmurs, and turns her face so she's pressing it into Brooke's shoulder, such a rare admission of fear and sorrow. "Unless I'm t'try and populate the place with a new free folk."