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On the long expanse of beach, a small fire burned, hardly large enough to heat even a single person, just large enough to light up the small tent behind it. The dark waves crashed against the shore, whipped up into frothy peaks by a wind from the north.
In the midst of the dark, two small lights burned. They whirled and spun around a solitary figure, whose form could be seen every few moments when a sphere of fire came near enough to expose the freckled limbs and bright red hair. She danced without music, though she would have vastly preferred the beat of a drum; her own drums, tanned and built in the large amounts of free time, sat without being manned.
Ygritte let out a whoop that would carry over the waves as she jumped over her small fire. There was something more to the exercise than just practice, something spiritual, but if it was prayer, she couldn't say.
She would dearly like a drummer, though.
[In celebration of Game of Thrones, have a fire-dancing wilding!]
In the midst of the dark, two small lights burned. They whirled and spun around a solitary figure, whose form could be seen every few moments when a sphere of fire came near enough to expose the freckled limbs and bright red hair. She danced without music, though she would have vastly preferred the beat of a drum; her own drums, tanned and built in the large amounts of free time, sat without being manned.
Ygritte let out a whoop that would carry over the waves as she jumped over her small fire. There was something more to the exercise than just practice, something spiritual, but if it was prayer, she couldn't say.
She would dearly like a drummer, though.
[In celebration of Game of Thrones, have a fire-dancing wilding!]