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It was late afternoon, and Ygritte prowled along the paths barefoot, having left her boots back at her camp. Something was off in the air, a strange scent of loss-- not anything new to the island, or new to her at all, but there all the same. The air was also unbearably hot, especially for a woman who had never known it to be warmer than icy for ( Read more... ) -
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jon and susan
Nighttime suited Ygritte better than the days did here. Perhaps it was the drop in heat, or perhaps it was that there were fires lit at night, their light glittering in the dark trees-- if one was high enough up to see it. She often climbed as high as she could to watch, and to see the dark sea beyond, staring at the water as if it might finally ( Read more... ) -
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Of wild blood.
The moon was high and full and sang in Ygritte like the oldest of melodies. When Mamet had drifted off to sleep, she slipped from the bed and dressed, pulling on the cloak she'd come in ( Read more... ) -
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Sleeping in a tent again didn't bother Ygritte. She'd been born in a tent, had slept in one all of her life. What bothered her was the lack of Mamet in her bed, sleeping alone after the months of being with him ( Read more... ) -
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Ygritte sat with a long branch and her knife, working on what would soon be a spear ( Read more... ) -
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Mamet makes a small sound from low in his throat, his arm tightening around her to keep her warm and solid against him. He parts her lips with his and a tentative slip of his tongue. She tastes sweet and real, and he deepens the kiss, wanting more.Ygritte returned a soft sound of her own as she first tasted him, his tongue against hers. She was ( Read more... ) -
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