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Ygritte sat with a long branch and her knife, working on what would soon be a spear.
Like the arrows, she didn't need a spear, but that didn't stop her hands from making it. They needed something to do, and a spear was a familiar shape rising up under her knife. She hummed softly, the new fire crackling up into the night sky.
At the sound of footsteps, she turned. There would always be a part of her that was ready to press her dagger to a stranger's throat, but this was no stranger. Didn't mean he wasn't going to catch hell from her, though.
Like the arrows, she didn't need a spear, but that didn't stop her hands from making it. They needed something to do, and a spear was a familiar shape rising up under her knife. She hummed softly, the new fire crackling up into the night sky.
At the sound of footsteps, she turned. There would always be a part of her that was ready to press her dagger to a stranger's throat, but this was no stranger. Didn't mean he wasn't going to catch hell from her, though.