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[youknow_nothing]

Though there were few she'd ever admit it to, Ygritte had spent several hours with a book of names, apparently meant for expecting mothers. She was neither expecting nor a mother, but she did have a tiger that needed a name, and plenty of patience.

When he had finally responded, it had been to Misha.Ygritte couldn't say if she thought it was a

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[under_his_skin]

Laura had seen a lot of things on the island while she'd been here, but admittedly she hadn't seen anything quite so bizarre as a woman talking to a cat while draping herself over a hula hoop. (Okay, so maybe there'd been one or two things that ranked up to this one, but still!)

Slowing down from a run to a jog and then to a slow walk, Laura paused a respectable distance away from the woman. She brushed a few flyaway strands of hair out of her eyes. "Huh," she said, announcing her presence. "You aiming to be the next Siegfried and Roy?"

[youknow_nothing]

"The next who?" Ygritte asked, furrowing her brow. "I don't know who that is, but we'll not be the next anything if he refuses t'learn it." She waved her hand over at the tiger, where he was snoring.

"Famous performers, mayhaps?"

[under_his_skin]

"Siegfried and Roy," Laura repeated, giving the woman a broad, friendly smile. "They're famous performers, yeah. In Vegas." She gestured to the tiger. "What're you trying to get him to do?"

[youknow_nothing]

"Jump through the hoop," Ygritte said, a bit glumly. "Then I wish t'light it on fire, and he can jump through that." But she'd never seen this woman before, so she began to give her the eye.

[brookesmart]

"Your giant cat beast has the right idea," Brooke tells her, standing at the edge of path with arms folded.

"You're not going to be satisfied until you burn off all your damn hair."

[youknow_nothing]

"I usually tie my hair up b'fore I do anything o'the sort," Ygritte told her. "And stop worrying. If I burn t'death, you'll be free." She grinned crookedly. "I own your pretty arse."

[brookesmart]

"So?" Brooke chirps. "I own yours right back." She unfolds her arms, then refolds them, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Truth be told, she'd no idea what was meant to happen when she'd made her bids. She'd just been indulging her competitive streak, and if Yorick, Ygritte and Buck were up for sale, Brooke wanted a piece.

"What are we supposed to do with each other, anyway?"

[youknow_nothing]

It had happened much the same for Ygritte, except that she hadn't spent on more than one, and being told the top limit, well. She liked to do her very best.

"I don't know," Ygritte said honestly. She waggled her eyebrows. "Are y'my slave in all ways?"