Announcements: Cutting Costs (2024) » January 2024 Copyfraud Attack » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Member Shoutout Thread » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newcomers » RPG Chat — the official app » Frequently Asked Questions » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Adapa Adapa's for adapa » To the Rich Men North of Richmond » Shake Senora » Good Morning RPG! » Ramblings of a Madman: American History Unkempt » Site Revitalization » Map Making Resources » Lost Poetry » Wishes » Ring of Invisibility » Seeking Roleplayer for Rumple/Mr. Gold from Once Upon a Time » Some political parody for these trying times » What dinosaur are you? » So, I have an Etsy » Train Poetry I » Joker » D&D Alignment Chart: How To Get A Theorem Named After You » Dungeon23 : Creative Challenge » Returning User - Is it dead? » Twelve Days of Christmas »

Players Wanted: Serious Anime Crossover Roleplay (semi-literate) » Looking for a long term partner! » JoJo or Mha roleplay » Seeking long-term rp partners for MxM » [MxF] Ruining Beauty / Beauty x Bastard » Minecraft Rp Help Wanted » CALL FOR WITNESSES: The Public v Zosimos » Social Immortal: A Vampire Only Soiree [The Multiverse] » XENOMORPH EDM TOUR Feat. Synthe Gridd: Get Your Tickets! » Aishna: Tower of Desire » Looking for fellow RPGers/Characters » looking for a RP partner (ABO/BL) » Looking for a long term roleplay partner » Explore the World of Boruto with Our Roleplaying Group on FB » More Jedi, Sith, and Imperials needed! » Role-player's Wanted » OSR Armchair Warrior looking for Kin » Friday the 13th Fun, Anyone? » Writers Wanted! » Long term partner to play an older male wanted »

0
followers
follow

Dae, The Gyspy

"Now they know, what it is like to be us..."

0 · 4,380 views · located in The North

a character in “The Battle of Fire and Ice.”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

Description



Image


Image


Image
Image

Name: Dae
The Gypsy
The Card Reader

Age:19

Appearance: Dae is a warm skinned, wildy curly hair woman with intense dark eyes. She has long legs with black fae runes marking them.

Build: She is slender but with soft womanly curves.

Personality:
Dae is a rather quiet woman, She rarely ever speaks unless prompted or asked a question, just listens, save for when she is speaking to children or working , She listens to everything. She makes quick and precise decisions based solely on her observations. She cares deeply children and has a strong sense of family, even though, her family is makeshift. She seems cold because she is so distant, she doesn't appear shy so much as anti social, which is hardly true as she is nice person and whatever she does, is for the greater good, if needed, Dae will sacrifice her own interests for the greater community. Her past has made her a very quiet person, but not in the least bit timid, she'll speak up is she has too and is not afraid to do so . She is strong and determined and will not go down without a fight. Once she comes out of her shell, which was something only her adoptive brother, Jack Dandy has ever done. She is a kind hearted and generous person. She is a good listener, and she is great with advice.

Where they live:
The Streets of Winterfell,

What/ who they are:
A former slave, And fortune teller and a street performer

History:
To Be Revealed
Skills:
Fortune Telling
Tarot Card Reading
Dancing
Playing the violin
Other: She has an accent that makes her drop her th's and h's.
She has a great distrust of royals.

So begins...

Dae, The Gyspy's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Clara Stark Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK



Image



Image

Hours earlier...

She was leaving.
Clara Stark was leaving White Harbor, never to return.
She’d be safe and away from that horrible wretch of a man, that was to be her husband. As glad as she would be to be gone she couldn’t help but feel fear in the pit of her stomach. What would mother and father think when they came to fetch her for the rehearsal dinner only to find her room empty of her things? Would they worry? Clara snorted unladylike, her fear gone. They wouldn’t worry, they’d be angry, angry that there little mistake was gone and her dowry would be null and void. Her parents never cared. Not for her, they wanted a boy. Vincent was hardly one to rule because of his seemingly unwavering need to gamble and woo woman. They tried and got Julia. She’d marry a prince alright, they had no fear of that. She’d marry an nobleman so long as she didn’t have to lift a finger. they tried again and gotten Clara. Clara, She had a personality, and wanted more A life outside of this place and that was too much for her parents. That’s why her marriage to Count Blackwood was rushed. He hardly courted her. One moment, she was being presented to him, the next she was engaged. Imagine her surprise, coming home from visiting her cousin in Winterfell only to find that she’d been engaged three days before her arrival.
“What do you mean I am engaged to be married?!” She'd exclaimed when her parents told her. Her mother, Victoria Stark, beamed as if Clara actually wanted. Truthfully, Clara would rather swallow glass and regurgitated it then to be his wife. “Yes, Count Blackwood, paid your dowery in full!” She cheered with a clap. “He simply could not wait to have you as his, Clara.” Her father, Edwin Stark said sternly. He was the youngest of the Stark Line, he had two brothers, Eddard and Edmond Stark. Edmond the Eldest and the current King of the North, and Eddard the middle son, and the one who would be next in line had Edmond not bore sons, which he had. Three, just like his father before him. Brandon, Edrick, Jon, and a girl, Mira. A small tug came at the age of her lips at the thought of her sweet Jon Stark quite possibly, the only person in the world, who cared as much about her as she does about him. He was her best friend, the brother she’d always wanted and in this case, desperately needed. Her father wanted to be King but since he was born late, he couldn’t. He’d been trying every way he put himself in a position to make himself as rich as any king, even at the cost of Clara’s happiest, like marrying her off to a man twice her age and that she barely knew.

Clara shoved as much as she could into her knapsack; clothing, boots, a few hair ornaments and a small notebook filled with songs she’d written, it was like a personal log of all of her feelings in song form. Only Jon knew about this book, and even his hasn't heard any of the songs within. Clara loved to sing, it was the one thing she was taught to do that didn’t want to make her run her head into a wall, well that and cooking. Her mother made her learn anything and everything she felt would make her the perfect wife, she could cook, clean, sew and care for children. “If you can catch a man’s ear, then you can capture his attention.” Her mother had told her. Clara found that not to be true. The last thing any man wanted to do was to listen to a girl, no more than 17 winters old, sing. Except Jon. He seemed not to mind listening to her sing, talk, anything she wanted. Jon was a calm sort of man, if he could recline, with his dire wolf at his side, he would, but Clara knew he’d fight if he have to. Once, after she official met her soon to be husband, Blackwood, they’d been at a party held at the keep where she grew up, to celebrate the engagement, Clara was far from pleased and didn’t bother to hide it, she told her parents she didn’t want to marry him. He was cold, and couldn't possibly love her but she was a coin to them and she decided she’d make this as pleasurable as she could for herself. So she wondered, out loud and too his face, how his hair grew long only in the back and thin in the front. Count Blackwood had laughed at the insult, but then pulled her to the side and slapped her hard about the face, bringing tears to her eyes and ringing to her ears. “Don’t make me do that again, I will not have my bride bruised on my wedding day, but don’t mistake this as an act of mercy, you will pay for that, girl.”
Clara practically ran to Jon, crying. Jon had then took it upon himself to drive his fist into Count Blackwood’s face for his actions. Of course, Jon was the one to get in trouble. Had he not been a Duke, he would have been exiled from the Keep.
There were a few more exchanges like that, but the last one, where Count Blackwood had grabbed her by the face, squeezed her jaw so tight her face had bruised, he told her that she’d be his and once she was, to get used to being on her back or on her knees. Clara told Jon that she was not going to marry him. She’d take her own life before she let him have her and for whatever reason, Jon believed that she would. So he devised a plan, to sneak her out of the city and that’s where she was going now. The wedding was tomorrow but she was going to be gone well before then.
She slipped outside, relatively unnoticed, as most everyone was busying themselves with the wedding preparations and she honestly felt bad about that, at least for the servants. Most of them hated everyone in the Keep, except her. She treated them like people and not furniture that cleaned up. They saw her as she left and pretended that they didn’t see the “Small Lady” a sweet nickname they had for her, sneak out into the night. She’d said her goodbyes to them already. She’d missed them at least.
The cold Northern air caused a shiver up her spine as she threw up the hood of her riding cloak. She took a deep breath, looking back at the Keep that’d been her home and turned away with a huff. “ Good Riddance.” She said and disappeared into the woods.


Meanwhile...
Image

Dae looked down from her branch as Jack reclined against the shaded tree, biting into an apple as if it was the sweetest fruit he’d ever tasted. The sad truth is, it probably was the only fruit he’s ever tasted. She took a deep breath as she lay her head against the tree. He was so big now, so strong and handsome, soon to be a man. He was a frail thin little thing when she found him that day, laying on the ground, beaten and broken, discarded like garbage. Looking at him now, deep grey eyes, , long black hair and a handsome chiseled face, he hardly looked like a boy of 15 winters and looked nothing like the child he’d been when she found him. Only thing that remained was the scars on his skin to which he hide most of the time, the ones that marked him as a child fighter, from another land, a land of savage men who thought young children locked in a battle to the death was sufficient sport. She sighed. She wanted to make life good for him but what was she to do? They were street rats...and she worried about what that did to him.
“Oy, Stop it!” He said, his native accent still lingering in his voice, despite how long he’d been away. Dae looked down to see him looking up at her. His almond eyes narrowed. “Stop, you think too loud.” He said crossing his arms. Dae smiled down at him. “What was I t’inking about?” She asked her own accent lightening her words. “ Me.” He said with a frown. Dae rolled her eyes playfully, swung her long legs over the branch and let herself drop from the tree and stand before him. He was almost taller than her now, he was always so small. “ You t’ink every girl dz’at lays eyes upon you, t’inks about you.” She said with a smile, it was forced and she knew he knew it. “While that’s true, you do not fall under that category, you are not a girl, you’re my sister.” He said with an arch of his brow. Dae pet his cheek. “ I’ll try not to take offense.” She said with a chuckle. He was clearly not her brother, his pale skin and bone straight hair, a stark contrast to her warm brown skin, and wild curly mane. Despite this, he seemed to know just what she was thinking...like they were actually family. He touched her hand. “ Dae, don’t worry about me, I like it here.” He said and winked at her. She could only smile. “ That’s what worries me.” She said warmly and Jack shook his head and was about to speak but at the same time, they both seemed to catch the scent of fire. “Do you smell dz’at?” She asked as she looked out, Winterfell off in the distance. “Aye” he said, following her gaze, and in the same moment, smoke rose up from the city. “Dz’e children!”
“The Kids!” They both exclaimed and without warning they took off in opposite directions. She knew he’d be safe enough. Jack was a capable boy and just as she worried for him, he worried for the many other street children of the North. He’d want to protect them as she protected him. She took a deep breath and ran as fast as her feet could carry her to the sound of chaos. “Be safe, Jack.” She thought to him and it was almost as if she could hear him wish her the same.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Clara Stark Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


"Grab them!"

Clara ran as fast as her feet could carry her, she could hear the horses behind her, as her and others ran from the invaders.

Where was Jon? Why hadn't he'd been at the rendezvous point at the port? He was supposed to be meeting her there. He was suppose to be with her now. Where his is? Please, Gods, let him be alright.

Right now, she needed to be concerned with herself as they were rounding up people, like cattle. So she ran, hard and fast, thankfully, she used to run a lot, it was something that helped her shed the stress of court life when she was with Jon. All that practice, seemed to come in handy.

She lept up over a fallen log as she made her way into the forest, weaving around trees, dodging arrows that zipped past her head. There were a few others running too and one by one, they fell, succumbing to the arrows.

ZIP!
An Arrow passed by her head, slicing the side of her face and lodging into the tree in front of her. The pain slowed her run and caused her to stumble to her hands and feet but she recovered, dirt, snow and leaves clinging to her palms as she clamored to her feet.
Then suddenly, pain erupted from her calf, causing her to hit the ground in a heap. Groaning and whimpering, she reached down, grabbing at her leg, searching for the arrow that stuck in her calf. Her leg was bleeding profusely, but fear overcame any pain, as she yanked the arrow out, biting down hard. Ribbons of blood spun off of the arrow as she tossed it aside, and pulled herself to her feet. She limped feebly, trying to get away but it was for naught as the horsemen ran up and on her.
She took a deep breath and faced the men as they surrounded her, ropes wrapped around her body tightly, knocking her to the ground again. She struggled against the bindings. “This one’s hurt.” One of them said, she couldn’t tell which one was speaking as they wore gear over their faces. “Take her anyway.” Said another. “She’s a pretty one...” said another and Clara’s back stiffened as she eyed them all. She was scared, very scared but she would not let them hurt her. She’s take her own life before she let that happen. ”Fear cuts deeper then swords.” Jon’s words to her echoed in her mind.
“Don’t bother, put her with the others.” Said the first one and soon she was being pulled to her feet, her leg burning with pain, she struggled to stand, and as she was finding her footing, her hands were being bound by the wrists. She looked up at the man binding her hands, glaring daggers at him.
She could see his eyes beneath his mask.
“If you behave, I’ll make sure that you come with me.” He whispered and Clara’s amber eyes burned with tears and fury.
“ Go to hell.” She spat and he snickered before walking away, mounting his horse and yanked her forward. She groaned against the pain and walked to Gods only knew where.
”Jon, Wherever you are, please, please, be alright.”



Image

Dae couldn’t wait for Jack, it was time and the marks on her legs were burning, telling her it was time. She took a deep breath. “Dammit all.” She spat as she ran into the forest. She was almost near her destination when she heard arrows flying. She stopped, pressing her back against a tree. Invaders, as if the royals weren’t bad enough, now they had this problem. They were killing most everyone. She peeked from behind a tree, to see a pale man, looking to face off with the invaders, an arrow in his back. Her legs burned and if she didn’t hurry, they were give away her position.
That man, he was either very brave or very stupid, either way, he needed help.
She could feel the rune at the bottom of her ankle began to burn hotter then the others. It was all she had not to help him.
“I’m sorry...” She whispered to the young man to whom she felt she wouldn’t see alive again. Tears burning behind her eyes and ran off toward deeper into the woods toward the creek, the marks on her legs begin to glow beneath her boots...

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Dae was finally free, her clothes were still wet from the water but her legs weren't burning anymore even though, they still glow. The Fair folk had been appeased.

The entire time, her mind was on the man, she hoped that he got away...or atleast that his death was quick. She wanted to help him and the guilt was weighing heavily on her. She sighed heavily, she had to get to Jack, he must been at the safe house by now.

As she made her way toward the city when she heard the saddest sound she'd ever heard. She stopped and followed the sound, and froze.

There he was, laying in a heap, the snow around him melted against the blood that drained from his many wounds.

"He fought dz'em...." She breathed as she looked at fallen invaders, men and a woman frozen in death, faces twisted and morphed. Dae covered her mouth with a hand as she looked around. "What are you?" She breathed but her breath caught at the sight of the large wolf, it's maw covered in blood. This must have been the sound she heard. She stepped forward and crimson eyes laid on her. She froze in place. The wolf stepped in front of the man...protectively?

"I want to 'elp him." She said to the beast, trying to keep her accent from confusing the wolf. She held out her hand for the wolf to sniff and slowly closed the gap between them. She knelled down and the wolf sniffed, before moving aside, allowing her near it's apparent human.

Dae rushed over, knelled down, assessing the damage. He was turning blue. She had to get him warm but this was not the place. She knew she had to move him but with his wounds she knew she could only make it worse. She took a breath, she left him before and he nearly died. She wasn't going to leave him to die, not again.

She looked at the wolf. It felt a bit ridiculous but she had to try. She looked up and took a breath. "Keep Watch?" She asked and the wolf turned moved toward a perimeter. She sat on her knees, and gingerly lay the man's head on her lap. She couldn't help but admired his face, as her hand pressed against his neck, his pulse was slow but still there.

Gods, he was so cold...She had to get him warm but she had to get his wounds stitched up. She reached beside her, slinging on her hip, was a bag, a medical bag. Luckily, she had brought it with her. Jack made that necessary. She pulled a needle and thread from her bag and started with the biggest gash. She looked at it and winced. This would hurt a great deal. She looked down into her bag and looked for something to numb the pain. She had a little numbing salve but it wasn't nearly enough for all of his wounds. She pulled off her cloak, folded it and lay it down and gingerly lay his head on it. She looked around for the wolf. Maybe his senstive nose could find more of the herbs she'd used to create the salve in the first place. She stood up and looked around for it and as if called by her thoughts, the wolf was behind her.

Dae had to calm her heart back down. "I need dz'is to 'elp 'im. Can you find it?" She asked and held out the vial. The wolf sniffed the vial, expelled the foul air from it's nose with a huff and Dae smiled apologetically. "Please?" She said and the wolf went off looking for the herbs. Dae turned back to the man. His temperature was dropping, his lips turning blue, he began to shiver. She had to do something.

She groaned deeply, and began to remove most of her wet clothes. She lay down beside him just in her underclothing, her arms gingerly wrapped using her body heat to warm him. She hugged against him, and his shivering began to cease. She felt a little silly lay beside a near dead man but she could have helped if it weren't for them. Maybe she could have helped him escaped. It didn't help that he was lovely to look at.
She heard a moan and groan and she looked up, as he began to stir. "Shh..'old still, You are 'urt, bad." She whispered and pulled on her tunic and wrapped her sari around her waist. He began muttering incoherently and she pressed a gentle hand against his chest. "Hold still." She forced a Northern accent. For all he knew she couldn't have been one of the invaders, save for the warmth of her skin and the curl of her hair. "I am trying to help you." She said, "Just sleep." She said and waved a hand over his already heavy eyes.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Image


Dark wings flew on the cold northern wind. Jon was lost amidst a storm. He wandered through the snow, his feet heavy and his body failing but he kept walking. He could hear the sound in the distance, the caw of a raven as if calling to him, telling him to follow. He couldn't see much past a few feet around him, the snow storm was too fierce. He felt cold, colder than he'd ever felt in his entire life, as if he'd never be warm again. He'd forgotten what it felt like, to not be consumed with cold. He looked at his hand as he walked, the skin was blueish black and frostbitten. He looked at his other hand and the skin was white, turning icy blue. He grit his teeth and forced himself to keep walking, it was all he knew. He had to follow the sound of the raven, it was leading him and he had to follow.

He kept walking as his body continued to change. His feet weren't his own but massive and lumbering stalks of frost bitten flesh. His chest had stopped shivering ages ago and now was as solid as a block of ice. His hair, once black as coal, had turned white as mountain snow. He wasn't himself, the boy he was was dead and in it's place a monster walked. A monster of ice and wintery vengeance. A White Walker of old, stepping fourth from The Long Night to come and cover all the land in darkness and ice.

That's when he heard her. A voice in the distance. The White Walker stopped, listening to the soft sound of her voice. It was different from any he'd ever heard with an alluring accent from some far away land of sun and heat. The sun, he remembered what it looked like, that great golden ball of heat that hung in the sky. The White Walkers hand lost some of it's icy pallor and the hand of a man began to return. He began to slowly walk towards the sound of the voice, finding a small grove of birch trees. On one of the branches the raven was perched, all three eyes staring at him as it flapped its wings impatiently. Jon's booted feet touched grass, gone were the icy hunks of blueish flesh of The Other. He could see her, just barely. A figure in the distance. A woman's figure bathing in a stream, her naked body kissed by the sun. Jon stood there, in awe as the sun touched his face and he felt it's warmth.


Jon's eyes fluttered open weakly and he moaned in pain. His body assaulted him with agony from countless wounds. He could feel soft hands on his body and someone hovering over him. He tried to move, but there was no strength left in him.

"Shh..'old still, You are 'urt, bad."

She whispered. Jon tried to speak but his words were little more than incoherent muttering. She pressed a gentle hand against his chest.

"Hold still."

Her accent vanished and now she sounded as if she was as Northerner. He must have still been dreaming. Yet she looked so real. Those soft, gentle eyes. Those wild black curls, dark as coal. That sun kissed skin. It was as if he could reach out and touch her so real did she seem.

"I am trying to help you. Just sleep."

She said and waved a hand over his already heavy eyes and sleep took him once more.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Jack yelped in a hushed surprised after the girl ungratefully kicked him in the shin.

“Oy! Fucks ‘at for?!” He gasped, looking up at the steely eyed girl.

”I’m not a poppet, I’m a wolf, and I didn’t need your help.” She huffed and Jack groaned.

“You know, typically, when a bloke saves a girl, he’s thanked. Not kicked for his troubles.” He hissed, standing himself up right
. “I don’t know what those royals been teaching you, and now I no longer care. You can stand here, brooding an’ such, and wait for those invaders to find you and kill you because that’s what they intent to do, by the way if you want to, that's up to you...see if I care?”
And he did.
He cared a great deal actually.
The kid was a royal, but still, she was a kid, clearly if she’s left on her own, she’s gonna get herself killed. Luckily, they were hidden enough that he could keep up this indifferent charade.
He began navigated the tunnels, keeping his pace slow enough that she could follow, should she decide to follow, but quick enough that she may actually believe he meant to leave her. He made it down one of the corridors where it broke off into four more corridors and waited with his arms folded, leaning against the wall, where he’d be completely hidden from her view until her back was in front of him. He wouldn’t jump out and scare her like he thought about. No need risk another kicked to the shin...or worse, a little further north. She had the kick of a horse.

Image

Dae sighed softly as the man succumbed to exhaustion. She used the last of the salve to numb the largest of his wounds. She set to stitching the wound together, the cold helped with the blood, calmed it down so he wasn’t bleeding out anymore, and the swelling added extra heat to his too cold, deathly pale body. Despite being bloody, and bruised, Dae couldn’t help admire the beautiful man before her. She wondered who this man was, where he’d come from, what in seven hells possessed him to take on those men, and how was he able to do so successfully. Did he freeze them? It was as if Winter took them all by surprise.
There was a crunch of snow before her and Dae looked up and into the crimson eyes of the wolf. She allow herself to breath. “Thank you.” She smiled at the wolf, reaching out and thanking it with a rub behind the ears. “ Come, Lay with ‘im, Keep ‘im warm.” She told the wolf as she set to crushing the herbs, using the fresh snow as her base. Once she finished, she applied it to the largest wound again, and then to the more shallow cuts. She stopped at the arrow protruding from his back. She took a breath and steadied her hand. She would have to do this quickly but gently and rarely did those two things work in tandem. She pinched the arrow as close as she could to the entry point, with her free hand she introduced the salve, waited a few moments before sliding it out. She knew that would wake him up, that or send him into shock. As he began to stir again, she held him down with a hand. “Forgive me, I ‘ad to remove dz’e arrow. I know it ‘urts, but you ‘ave to ‘old still. You’ll open the wounds again” She said, worry making her forget to hide her accent. The wolf was standing now, having been laying beside him as instructed. He nuzzled the man’s face some, Dae figured in a way to let him know he was safe. She couldn’t help a small smile. She applied more of the salve and sewed the wound closed. Afterwards, she tore her cloak in to strips and tied them tightly around his wounds. She frowned as he grimaced in pain. She looked up at the wolf and then at the moon. It was getting late and she had to get back to the children, but she had to make sure he would make it on his own. She’d wait until his color returned. Jack was a smart boy, he’d get to safety.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Jack could hardly hold back his snicker as the girl looked completely defeated.

"Thought you'd come to your senses, Poppet, Self preservation beats out pride, every time." He said pushing himself off the wall and patting her shoulder. "Name's Jack, by the way, Jack Dandy." He said with a handsome smirk. He had to admit, he kind of liked the girl, most of the girls round here were quiet, and since Dae didn't really count, he didn't put her in that category, luckily for her, he didn't hold grudges. "Right, is right, Left is Death." He told her pointing to the corresponding corridors. "The left leads to a drainage system that goes right into the ocean." He told her, knelling beside her, pointing at the leftmost corridor. "Found that out the hard way, I did." He said and chuckled. " The right and we're home free." He said and waved her to follow him

"There's a few other kids here, and soon, my sister, Dae will be back. She'll get you cleaned up, I'm shit for cooking so if you're hungry, you're best bet is to wait for her." He said with a shrug. "So, what's your story?"

Image

Dae watched the man as he slept. She'd gathered some firewood, dug a shallow hole and built him a fire. Between the flames and his wolf, his color began to return. She sighed in relief and rose. The wolf looked at her and whimpered. She smiled. "I 'ave to go now, my family is waiting for me." She told the wolf, who seemed to understand her, accent or not. "Keep 'im safe, and thank you." She said and pressed her face against it's fur. It was then she realized how cold she was.

She stood up, took one last linger look at the man and preyed to the gods that he'd live to fight another day. She committed his face to memory before darting off toward the city, as fast as her legs could carry her, the Fae runes glowing a bright blue against her skin.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Image


The three eyed raven flew up to perch on an old stone wolf, before the entrance to a crypt. Jon recognized the crypt well. It was at the base of Winterfell, he and his brothers had gone down there hundreds of times as children to hide and play. It was always so cold down there, colder than the rest of the keep. He could feel that cold again as the raven flew through the open doorway and led Jon down. Down and down, further and further he walked until all light was gone and he had only the flapping sounds of the raven's feathers and it's cawing to guide him. Finally he saw light up ahead. The simple orange glow of a burning torch. He neared it and pulled the sconce from the wall giving him command over the light. It flickered and turned blue, growing cold as a winter wind yet the light itself didn't fade. Jon could still see clearly where ever the icy light touched.

Down in the belly of Winterfell Jon looked upon the faces of all the great kings of winter, now long dead. Each tomb was crowned with a stone statue of the king buried within, at their feet was their great dire wolf, carved from stone as their masters to remain by their side in death as they did in life. Jon gazed upon the face of Bran The Builder, the first King of The North and builder of Winterfell. He looked upon King Rickard Stark who defeated the Marsh King in single combat and earned the crannogmens fealty. There was King Dorren Stark and King Eyron Stark, King Harlon Stark and King Walton the Moonking. Yet as Jon neared the end of the row of tombs where the most recent late kings lay resting there were three new tombs he did not recognize from his youth. One was of a young man, proud and strong with a full beard and fierce eyes. In his hand was a stone greatsword as long as Jon was tall. Jon stared up into his eyes and realized he did know this king, he knew him well. He'd played with him as a boy, fought with him and hunted with him. It was his eldest brother Brandon. Jon looked to the tomb to Brandon's right and there was his other brother Edrick. Edrick's face was carved with that impish smirk that made Edrick so well liked, never far from a laugh or a bawdy tale Edrick seemed to be looking down at Jon as if knowing a joke he had yet to fill Jon in on. Jon could feel the sadness welling up inside him so he turned to the last tomb.

This one was different, different from all the rest because this one was not a king. This tomb had a woman's statue crowning it. A beautiful woman with long flowing hair of curls that framed her lithe figure. She was young, barely a woman. Her eyes were sad and full of sorrow. It broke Jon's heart just to look upon her. The three eyed raven flew up to perch on her shoulder, its ancient eyes seemed to peer right through him.

Image
"Look! See!"

It cawed and Jon did as it commanded. He turned back to the stone woman with her sad eyes and began to recognize her as well. He remembered a time when he was young and she was crying. Caught in a tree and too afraid to come down. Jon had climbed up after her and sat with her for hours until she had calmed down. He remembered laughing in that tree as they joked and talked. By the time they had come down she had forgotten all about her fear. She hugged him that day, Jon had always made it a habit of keeping his distance from his kin given his curse but she hugged him anyway, she had told him he was her brother and that she was his sister and that she would never be afraid of him. Jon often thought Mira had helped him that day more than he helped her.

It was then Jon noticed he was crying. He wiped a tear from his cheek and looked back at his sister. Unlike all the buried Kings of Winter who were carved holding the weapons they carried in life, Mira's hand was open as if reaching for someone. Jon rose his hand to touch hers, he could feel the cold stone, smooth as the finest glass. Her stone eyes flicked down to look right at him.

"Remember."


Jon woke with a start, sitting up in snow covered grass. There was a warm fire crackling before him and Ghost was curled up beside him. Between the direwolfs body heat and the fire Jon barely felt the cold of the Northern winter despite being outside. Ghost sat up, concern evident in the crimson eyes of the great white direwolf. He licked Jon's face eliciting a subtle smile from the Northman. Jon's body ached, especially his back where the arrow was but one look and Jon could see someone had tended to his hurt. He looked up, quickly scanning his surroundings for signs of his savior yet seeing no one. Jon's mind snapped back to the dream he had, not the second, that one was troubling. The first one, the one with the woman with the unusual accent. He hoped he'd dream of her again he thought as he pushed himself to his feet.

Jon winced in pain as he forced himself to stand. The air was cold but felt good as he breathed deep. The wintery air was bracing but made him feel leagues better. Jon's hand went to his ribs, where the bandages were still wrapped around him.

"Who?..."

He muttered aloud is wonder. The low growl from Ghost chilled Jon's blood as he turned around, his hand on his sword. Ghost was standing protectively in front of Jon. He may have had his wounds mended but he was still hardly in any condition for a fight. Ghost however was in no mood to allow anymore harm to befall his human companion. Their eyes locked on the darkness of the treeline, whatever was coming it was coming from there. Jon's hand tightened around Longclaw, ready to free the blade from it's sheath. Ghost let loose a second warning growl, deep and savage. The figure stepped out of the darkness and Jon's hand fell away from his sword in surprise.

"Nymeria?"

The she wolf came out of the darkness, fresh blood on her muzzle, no doubt from some dead invader. The sister wolf greeted her brother with a lick before Jon knelt before her in concern.

"Nymeria? Where's Arya?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat Character Portrait: Mouse, Clara Fairidae
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Jack watched as Arya decided to sit beside him rather than deal with the younger kids. His expression was one he always wore, one of infinite boredom and infinite amusement.
"You asked me my story, you never told me yours." She said after eying the books and Jack looked at her. He was not about to divulge that sad tale, especially to a little girl, she wasn’t much younger then him but that didn’t matter, it made him sad just thinking about it and while he didn’t imagine this girl being much of a cryer, he didn’t want to find out. So per usually, he was going to make something up. “That is a long story, poppet.” He said with a grin as his mind began conjuring up some epic tale, the tarp above them fluttered and Jack rose to his feet in a blink. “and it’s also a story for another time.” He said and he watched the honey skinned girl climbed down the ladder. Her cloak was gone, some of her color was gone, and she looked impossibly cold. “Dae, where’ve you been?” He asked in a hurry as the kids crowded together. Dae got to the floor and turned. Was that blood on her face? “Dae!” the kids smiled and hugged her around the legs. “Oh, ‘ello, Little ones.” She said smiling, exhaustion evident in her pretty features as she kissed each of their head. She looked up at Jack. Just looking at her made Jack want to yawn. “I ran into a bit of trouble but I’m fine.” She said, clearly not wanting to go into it. Jack walked up to her and whispered. “ What did they make you do this time?” His grey eyes burning. “It wasn’t dz’em, I found someone, I ‘elped ‘im, ‘e’s fine now, don’t worry about it.” She said looking around at the children, Mouse, clinging to her. As she softly ruffled Mouse’s blonde locks, her eyes fell on the newest addition. “ Oh, ‘ello dz’ere. Who are you?” She asked with a gentle smile that, while tired looking, was still warm and inviting. “This is Arya Little Wolf.” He introduced, making sure to keep the fact that she was royal out of it. Dae wouldn’t turn her away but she’d be worried, worried that one of Arya’s brother’s if alive, would find them and that would be a problem. Dae smiled and kneeled down, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you, Little Wolf, my name is Dae, Has Jack made you feel welcome? Are you hungry?” She asked and Jack rolled his eyes. He needed to get the girl some new clothes, if Dae wasn’t so tired, she would have noticed them by now. So he slipped into Dae’s room and rummaged around looking for an old pair of slacks and tunic of his that would fit her more comfortably. He returned with them tucked under his arm as Arya and Dae finished becoming acquainted.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat Character Portrait: Mouse, Clara Fairidae
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


It had been a few days since Arya had come to live with Jack and Dae. She was out of that damned dress and was lounging around in a pair brown breeches, brown leather boots and a woolen tunic Jack had given to her. She hadn't much to do in the tiny hidden home besides worry. She worried for her brother Robb, she worried for her cousins Jon and Clara. She worried about her father, and mother, about Nymeria and even Sansa. She even wanted to see Sansa again which was a miracle. She wanted to get out of here and go find them but both Jack and Dae had told her how dangerous things were as if she didn't already know. She probably knew better than they did but they still treated her like a little girl at times, sparing her from the truth. She knew when they were lying but she didn't say anything.

She was sitting paging through a book about Braavosi Water Dances who were apparently the finest swordsmen ever. Arya liked reading about how they, while small, fought with thin blades that were lightning quick. Little Mouse had warmed up to Arya greatly and was half asleep, leaning against her shoulder as the two girls sat on an old rug.

"That one looks like you."

Mouse said pointing one of her tiny fingers at a picture of a female Water Dancer in the book. Arya smirked proudly as she turned to look at Mouse.

"That's not me, she doesn't look mean enough."

"You're not mean."

Mouse protested. Arya set the book down and arched an eyebrow.

"I am too. I'm a wolf remember?"

"Only a little one."

Mouse fired back. Arya feigned mock insult before she got up on her tippy toes, pretending to be a monstrous wolf.

"I'll show you!"

She bellowed in a deep voice before she began tickling Mouse and filling the room with the sound of both of their laughter.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat Character Portrait: Mouse, Clara Fairidae
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Jack stood in the makeshift kitchen as Dae searched for food. They were running very low. With the addition of Arya, and the other kids being here for more than a few hours, they were running out of food, fast. “I can go on a food run.” He offered but Dae continued looking for something to scrap together. “It’s too dangerous for you ta go alone, and you know I can’t go wit’ you, don’ be ridiculous, Jack.” He had to replay what she said, her frustration making her accent harder to understand but he got it. “I’ll take Little Wolf wiv me, She’s strong, and can handle herself, I’ll be with her so she won’t get into too much trouble.” He said and Dae looked at him for a long moment. She was going to say no, she was going to say, she’ll go and he’ll be stuck here, worrying himself sick. “Fine.” Jack blinked. “Really?”
“Yes, really? Dz’ey afraid, if I go, you won’t be able to keep dz’em calm, and distracted for too long, dz’ey’ll worry, but if you go, I can keep dz’em occupied long enough.” She said and Jack couldn’t help but grin. She trusted him. Of course he knew that but she trusted he would be safe, that took years to do, she wouldn’t let him go anywhere by himself, and especially not with the younger ones. “Alright.”
“Don’t go too far, stick to dz’e alleys, and stay low and you keep dz’at girl safe, do you ‘ear me? Not a ‘air.” She said pointing and Jack nodded. “ Not a hair.” He said and before he walked off, Dae caught him in a hug. “ Be safe, Jack,” She said and Jack sighed into her arms. Dae called herself his sister but honestly, she felt like a mother, her arms were home, safe and warm, ready to welcome him at a moment’s notice. Of course he wouldn’t let her know. “Yea, yea, I’ll be fine.” He said and wriggled out of her embrace. Dae only rolled her eyes. He exited the kitchen and made his way to the room where he held his clothes, he dressed in black, as usual, painted black lines under his eyes and a thick bar over his right eye, pulled part of his hair back from his face and a wore a blue feather in his hair. The feather had come from Mouse when she worried. It made her feel better so he wore it often. The paint was something of a habit, from his days as a child fighter, he wouldn’t go into the Pits without paint and didn’t feel strong without it. The more paint he wore the more fear he felt, today, he wore only a little. Of course, when Arya asked about it. Making some smart remark, he merely shrugged it off saying old warriors wore paint and it just looked cool. He gave his typical half grin as Arya played with Mouse. Mouse groaned to love the older girl, just as she had with Dae. Mouse had family, a poor family who worked days on end, she hadn’t a place to go when Dae took her in, watching her for her parents, it was the same for the other kids too, who lay sleeping about the room, The twins only had a father who was a fisherman and Markl had only a mother. They all worked and there was nowhere for the kids to go without getting them into trouble. Dae offered to watch them and here they were. Dae was kind that way.

“Little Wolf, I’m going food run.” He told her once he tugged on his grey cloak with the tears at the bottom of the hem. “You can come with me?” He asked, slipping throwing knives in his pocket , and smirked when he saw her contain her excitement. He knew she was tired of being cooped up in here. She was royal, this place had to be suffocating compared to what she’d been used to. “We’re going out the back way, the way we’d come in.” He said and nodded, in that way that meant, follow if you like. He knew she would, but he realized with Arya, if he didn’t make her think it was her idea, he’s never hear the end of it.
As much as it annoyed him, it was refreshing, he could only handle so much quiet before he wanted to pitch him from the drainage system. Arya was a bright ball of energy this place needed. As he followed her out the back, He handed her a knife. “Careful, it’s sharp.” He told her and threw up his hood and sauntered down the corridor. “We’re only going to get fruit, we have to be fast, don’t try to take too much, because it’ll slow us down. And make sure to stay low, the red men don’t discriminate, poppet.” He told her , looking over his shoulder at her and as they made their way to the very gutter where he saved her, he peeked through the gutter opening. “Be ready, and quiet.” He said and reached up, grabbed the edge of the gutter and pulled himself up the street. He looked around, making sure the street was clear. He then reached into the gutter and extended his hand. “Come, quickly.” He told her.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
Jon Stark, Arya's cousin." said the stranger giving him a firm shake. Jack nodded and watched him speak to Little Wolf. She seemed to like the nickname and Jack took a little pride in that. He was good with nicknames. He'd given Mouse hers and everyone seemed to think it was appropriate.

Then a thought crossed his mind he didn't like. She'd have to leave. She could be with her family now, Jon was clearly strong enough to protect her and while that was great, he'd miss the snarky remarks and the energy that Little Wolf brought to the place.

”How bad is it?” Jon asked, Jack assumed he was inquiring about his injuries and as soon as he was going to speak, a small man appeared causing Jack to tilt his head curiously.
"You know Jon, I'm not certain if you've noticed but I have something of a height deficiency which makes running difficult. I'm not a true sprinter, very dangerous over short distances though." He said and Jack had to force himself to contain his laughter. He could feel the smack in the head Dae would have no doubt given him had laughed at the poor man's expense.

Jon only smiled and addressed the man. "Tyrion, this is Jack. A friend, and this is-"

"Arya Stark, a pleasure."
"You're short." She said flatly. Jack's eyes went wide.

"So are you." Tyrion fired back smartly and Jack looked to Arya.

"Yeah but I'm a little girl."

"Yes, and I'm a dwarf."

Jack looked at Arya who just laughed and that seemed to be it. He liked this guy, he could take a jab without so much as a blink. Much like Jack could. The large white wolf then whimpered and Jon seemed to understand this as a sign that it was time to go. Jack agreed.
"We need to get off the street."

“Aye.” Jack said and started to lead the way, then froze. Dae. She was going to be edge due to how long he and Little Wolf had taken and if he brought two royals with him...and he had only two pieces of fruit....she was going to kill him.

“My sister...isn't going to over pleased with me when we get back. So just let me do the talking, yea?” He said and expected to hear some smart remark from Little Wolf. “Follow me.” He said and walked on, leading them the back way toward the safe house. He lead them a different way, then he'd shown Arya, two fully grown wolves, a man and even a half man would be difficult to get through a gutter. So he lead them through the woods where there was an old tunnel, that the land had since grown over. It used to allow water to escape this way when the snow melted but snow seemed to be in abundance here, year round. He pulled the gate open and it wined in protest, shaking snow and dirt from it's wrought iron.

“It'll be very dark down here, so watch your step.” He told them, and held out his hand for Arya to take, before leading the way. It was dark for a while but the lights of the four halled corridor came into view, and it was as if they'd gone through the gutter as they stood before it. He banked right and lead them up the stairs and to the wall. He sighed. He was in for it. He knew it. “Give us a moment, Dae'll want to know that we're alright first, and frankly, I don't want you all hear her yell at me.” He said with an impressive amount of honesty. He opened the wall, and allow Arya inside first before stepping inside himself. “ Dae.”

“T'ank t'e gods!” She breathed, coming from the kitchen. The other kids were sleeping in her room it seemed as they weren't in the main one. Her body was stiff with worry and it grew worse when she saw the bruise over his eye. “What 'appened to you?”
“Got into a bit of trouble but we're fine.” He said, nonchalantly.Image Dae's nostrils flared and he knew she was pissed, but to his surprise, she pulled him into a hug. “You 'ad me worried, t'e bot' of you” She said into his hair and Jack sighed. “I'm sorry, I got caught, we had to run.” He said and she looked him and her over. She was relieved that Arya was no worse for the ware but Jack. “T'ey did d'zis?” She asked, and again he had to replay what she said. “Yeah, but I'm fine. Honest.” he said and wasn't lying...not entirely anyway, he was hurt but he'll live, that's all that mattered to him. She smiled down at Arya and hugged her too. “I'm glad you're alright.” She said holding her tight before pulling away and brushing Arya's hair from her face before rising. “Dae...” Jack began, his voice a pitch higher then usual and Dae turned to him, “What did you do?”
“Well...it's not really what I did...so much as a who I found.” He said and Dae's posture stiffened again.
“Who did you find?” She asked warily. “Family of Little Wolf, a man, Jon, her cousin...and a nobleman, Tyrion.”
“What?!” She said but kept her voice low. “To be fair, if it weren't for them, we'd be way worse off.” He said holding up his hands protectively. He knew she only thought that Arya was a refugee...or at least he hoped. Dae was clever that way, but she seemed distracted these last couple of days. It was as if she was lost in her thoughts. He found her too often staring off, as if the place in her mind had be considerably better then reality. Which was something he did, not her. Image
“Fine. It's fine.” She relented, and it looked as if it took all she had say that. She relaxed again and Jack's eye wondered over to Arya. He hoped she didn't take Dae's reaction personally. Dae and nobles didn't really get along for lack of a better word. The full details of that,he didn't even know.
"Bring dz'em" she told him and Jack nodded and turned. Grunting a little under his breath as he ducked outside and grinned as if Dae's fury didn't bother him. It did and once they were alone, he was really in for it. It wasn't her rage that scared him. It was her disappointment, the look on her face, it would kill him, and he wasn't sure he could take that. " Well, Dae doesn't trust nobles, royals...they haven't exactly been kind to us, so Jon, she doesn't know your royal, she knows that Tryion is of some sort of nobility, and honestly, one's enough for now. We'll tell eventually." He said and had no idea when eventually would be. Maybe once things were calm...er.

He lead them inside and presented them to Dae, who was standing tall, her hands in front of her.
"Jon, Tyrion, this is my sister, Dae." He said and Dae slowly looked up, her brow stitched as she laid eyes on Tyrion. She gave him a nod before rising her eyes to look at Jon. Then something happened that Jack did not see coming.

Her eyes wide, and her lips broke apart some as she gazed up at him as if she knew him. Jon, oddly had a similar look but as if Dae wasn't real. As if she couldn't be standing there right then. Jack stood beside Arya and looked from the two of them, leaned down. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" he whispered. " Yea, Me neither..."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Tyrion Lannister Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat Character Portrait: Mouse, Clara Fairidae
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Arya couldn't contain her excitement. Jon was alive, Nymeria was too and they were both back with her. She had Jack, and Dae and Mouse and the other kids and now, Jon and Ghost and Nymeria and even the little man who she found rather funny. She could never imagine she'd be so fortunate after so much bad has happened. If only she had her brother back with her everything would be better, she'd feel strong again. She still worried about her brother but she felt hopeful now, hopeful he might still be alive. If Jon came back then maybe Robb could too, she truly hoped so.

Jack led her back into the little home and Dae rushed to them from the kitchen. She seemed so worried but Arya just couldn't stop smiling, she hadn't been this happy in a long time. She didn't even mind staying quiet as Jack explained to Dae where they'd been. Yet even in her happiness she heard the distaste in Dae's voice and her body language once Jack got to the part about Tyrion being a noble. It was like she hated him, she's never even met him. In truth Arya just met him but he was smart, and funny, plus Jon liked him so how bad could he have been? It seemed to be the fact that he was noble which didn't make any sense. She was a noble and Dae liked her.

"What's wrong with nobles?"

Arya asked, folding her arms over her small chest but they ignored her as Jon, Tyrion and the wolves came in. Jon and Dae seemed weird as soon as they looked at each other. Jack asked her if she knew what was going on but Arya just shrugged being as confused as he was.

Image


"Well, Dae doesn't trust nobles, royals...they haven't exactly been kind to us, so Jon, she doesn't know your royal, she knows that Tryion is of some sort of nobility, and honestly, one's enough for now. We'll tell eventually."

Jon shot Tyrion a look of confusion but the little Lannister just shrugged and beckoned for him to follow. Jon hoped Tyrion would know what to say to this sister of Jack's because Jon was an awful liar. He stepped into the tiny home to find walls lined with books and divergent hallways where the separate rooms were housed. There was a warmth to the home that was comforting and inviting, despite being underground. Image

"Jon, Tyrion, this is my sister, Dae."

Jon looked up and his eyes found a dream. His mind flashed back to that three eyed raven and the woman in the forest, the one who brought the sun back to him. She had reminded him what warmth felt like when he was so cold. He couldn't help but stare, she was more beautiful in real life. Yet he had no idea of how he could have dreamed of her, he'd never met her before but here she was. She was standing right in front of him.

"You're real..."

Jon said in awe. Tyrion furrowed his brow in confusion as he turned around and looked up at his companion who apparently had given leave of his senses. Jon was out of it, Tyrion shook his head and took a step forward.

"Yes Jon, we're all very real."

He said as if he was speaking to a slow child before extending his hand to Dae politely.

"We are in your debt not only for taking us in but for housing and caring for my associates kin. Truly, you have our thanks. I am Tyrion Lannsiter, of Casterly Rock and brother to the King of Seabel. This is...."

Jon was still in a daze so Tyrion snapped his fingers to get his attention.

"Jon, don't be rude. Introduce yourself."

Jon blinked as if from a dream but cleared his throat, still struggling to take his eyes off the suntanned beauty before him.

"I uhhh... I'm Jon... Jon St-"

He began before Tyrion cut him off.

"Snow. That's Jon Snow, he's little Arya Snow's older cousin. He's a skilled swordsman I recently hired since coming North but.. now it seems Lannister, Snow, swordsman or nobleman we're all just refugees thanks to The Fiery Hand."

Arya arched her eyebrow having no idea what's going on but said nothing. Jon blinked and looked down, his mind still reeling.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image
Dae was frozen.

There he was, standing before her, looking as shocked as she was. Could it be that he remembered her? How? He was hardly conscious.

"You're real." He said and Dae could only swallow.

The Halfman made a comment but Dae's attention was only on the man before her, so full of life, then he had been before. She wanted to touch him to feel the warmth, his skin that hadn't had before.

Her mouth opened but no words came.

"We are in your debt not only for taking us in but for housing and caring for my associates kin. Truly, you have our thanks. I am Tyrion Lannsiter, of Casterly Rock and brother to the King of Seabel. This is.... The small man extended a hand and Dae blinked away from Jon, shaking it.
"Jon, don't be rude, introduce yourself."
Her eyes rose to the man agian. "Jon..." a name she would never forget....

"I uhhh... I'm Jon... Jon St-" He seemed to be a drumbstruck as she was.

"Snow. That's Jon Snow, he's little Arya Snow's older cousin. He's a skilled swordsman I recently hired since coming North but.. now it seems Lannister, Snow, swordsman or nobleman we're all just refugees thanks to The Fiery Hand." said the little man, Tyrion and Dae looked up at Jon, stepping forward. She extended her hand gingerly. "It is nice to meet you, Jon Snow." She said softly, her voice came in breathes. "You are welcome to stay..." She said and blinked again. "You too, Lord Lannister." She said, looking away from Jon, finally.

She had to swallow her heart back into her chest. "We 'aven't alot of food...and even less room, but make yourselves at 'ome." She said. "Jack, come wit' me, please." She said and lead him into the kitchen where her voice was low. "You remember dz'at man, I told you about."
"Yes, the one that seemed to be...Oh my gods, that's him, isn't it?" Jack said putting together. Dae nodded. "Blimey...Well, what are you going to do?"he asked and she shook her head. "I don't know," She said.
"Well, you say something to start, He seems to remember you." He said with a mischievous glint that made Dae give him a look. He held up his hands. "'ow much did you bring 'ome?"
"Well, I've got my ass handed to me so not a lot." He said and she sighed. "Enough for the childern and Little Wolf." He said and she nodded and exited the kitchen.

"We've only enough for t'e childern to eat, we will 'ave to try again to get food tomorrow." She said, she was addressing both men but her eyes could only find Jon. "I'm sorry..." She said, she meant for the food but the look in her eyes said so much more, she'd left him, twice, she didn't want to be she did.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


"It is nice to meet you, Jon Snow. You are welcome to stay..."

Her touch was soft as silk, more gentle than a spring breeze and it felt familiar to him. He stared at her, not sure if he was going mad. He knew her, he knew he did. Her touch was known to him, like he'd had her hands on him before. Her face, it was the same one from that dream he'd had. Her voice, that accent. He'd never heard it on anyone else before he'd dreamt of her.

"We 'aven't alot of food...and even less room, but make yourselves at 'ome."

"Oh, needn't worry. I don't need much room."

Tyrion said wryly as they left. Image As soon as Jack and Dae were out of ear shot he turned to Jon with the most incredulous expression.

"Yours is a special kind of crazy, I've noticed."

Tyrion said looking up at Jon like he had three heads. Arya walked over, her arms still folded across her chest, and stood next to Tyrion looking up at Jon in much the same way.

"Yeah, what's wrong with you? You're acting all weird."

"I uhh... I dreamt of her."

Tyrion and Arya exchanged looks.

"What?"
"What?"

They seemed to ask in tandem. Jon blinked, running his hands through his hair feeling rather foolish.

"I don't know how to explain it but it's true. I had a dream about her. It was the night Winterfell was attacked. I got hurt, bad. I passed out in the forest and I had a dream of her. It was her, I swear. I saw her face, and I heard her voice, I... felt her touch."

He said, his voice trailing off as he drifted into the memory. Tyrions eyes went wide before he cupped his hands over Arya's ears and began to usher her off, much to her protest.

Oh, right! This is getting rather inappropriate. Let's go Arya, time to play with Nymeria and Ghost."

"Oi, piss off!"

Arya snapped before she pulled away from Tyrion but went to sit with the wolves all the same. At least they were normal as they lay, curled up together fast asleep. Tyrion went back to Jon and looked up at him, wondering what was quite going on with his new friend.

"Listen, Jon. If I can give you some advice, perhaps maybe you..."

Tyrion was unable to finish as Dae and Jack returned to the room. Jon worked hard to avoid staring but failed almost immediately.

"We've only enough for t'e childern to eat, we will 'ave to try again to get food tomorrow. I'm sorry..."

She said, her eyes on Jon as his were on her. Tyrion pulled a wineskin from his belt and smiled politely.

"Not to worry, a belly full of wine works just as well if not better when foods scarce."

He said as he puled the stopper out and took a long, much needed drink. Jon on the other hand still was having trouble believing what he was seeing but at the very least decided to try and not scare her off by staring like an idiot. He took a breath and looked away, gods she was beautiful.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark Character Portrait: Arya Stark Character Portrait: Jack, The Streetrat
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

The wine seemed to do the trick for Jack and Tyrion and the fruit settled the stomach of the children, Dae didn't eat but she rarely did. Jack worried sometimes that she was too skinny. She sat awake, whilst the other's slept, the girls slept her in room, while the men and boys slept in the main room.

Guilt was weighing on her and his face never left her thoughts. She had to say something. She got to her feet and pulled the sheet to, seeing that Jon seemed to be awake as well. She was either not very quiet or he had the ears of a wolf as he turned the moment she saw him.

"Can't sleep either?" She asked him, with a gentle tug of her lips.

"I find d'zat it 'elps to get some air." She said and gestured to the exit.

"Walk wit' me?".

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Jon sat awake while the others slept. His mind grappling with they days events. Finally getting back into Winterfell, seeing the state of his home and the suffering within, finding Arya alive but most of all he thought of her. Dae, with those soft eyes and alluring accent. She'd stepped out of his dreams and was asleep in the other room. It felt almost surreal. Tyrion jokingly called him crazy but he half felt crazy. He ran his hands through his coal black hair when he'd heard movement. Image

He turned and there she was. He smiled softly and she smiled back.

"Can't sleep either?"

She asked him, with a gentle tug of her lips. Jon almost chuckled as he nodded.

"I find d'zat it 'elps to get some air."

She said and gestured to the exit.

"Walk wit' me?"

He almost said 'anywhere' but managed to get up without embarrassing himself. He strapped Longclaw to his hip and threw on his cloak. As he got up Ghost stirred but a calming hand form Jon and the great white direwolf drifted back to sleep. Jon followed after Dae and felt like he was dreaming again. She moved gracefully as she strode beside him, being beside her he couldn't help but feel oafish and clumsy. He looked at her and drank in her soft, sun kissed skin.

"I dreamed of you."

Jon said, caring little about sounding strange. She looked at him and he smiled, looking forward as he walked.

"I got, pretty badly hurt a few days back. A fight with a few of the invaders. When it was over I must have lost consciousness. As I slept, I dreamed and I saw your face. I heard your voice. I know how odd it sounds, but I feel like you saved me."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

"I dreamed of you." Dae felt her heart slam against her chest, it almost made her cough. She looked at him as they walked out into the tunnels.

"I got, pretty badly hurt a few days back. A fight with a few of the invaders. When it was over I must have lost consciousness. As I slept, I dreamed and I saw your face. I heard your voice. I know how odd it sounds, but I feel like you saved me."

"It's not odd at all." She said and turned to him slowly, stopping him from walking on. She looked up at him, her heart racing. He was warm...when she lay beside him before he was so cold.

She wondered what it was be like to lay beside him now...Image
She looked up at him.
"Jon Snow...I saw you dz'at day, I saw you before you took on t'e red soldiers...I wanted to 'elp you but I couldn't..." She said and voice cracked. "When I returned...I saw you, laying dz'ere, bleeding...dying......you were so cold...so I tended to your wounds as best I could...." She said, blushing. His gaze on her was burning a hole in her chest. "you awoke once..." She said and took a deep breath. " I didn't want to leave you...I Could 'ave 'elped you, but I 'ad to..." She looked down at her feet, "I stayed...long enough to watch your color return...even dz'en I didn't want to leave but I 'ad to return to Jack and the children....I'm sorry." She said, her eyes finding his again.
"Seeing you again..." She said and stopped herself and looked away.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Jon was stunned by her words. Relieved, that he wasn't in fact going mad, but mostly just shocked. The chances that Dae had found him out in the woods, saved his life and they found each other again. He smiled as she looked away and he took her hands.

"You were there, I knew it. I couldn't explain it but I knew it."

Jon almost laughed he was so astonished and happy to see her again.

"You saved my life. You have nothing to apologize for. They needed you. They're your pack."

Jon said with a warm smile, still somewhat reeling from the news.

"Listen, Dae I... I just want to say that... I'm..."

Jon struggled with the words in his heart. He was an honest man, never one for lies of omission or otherwise. She didn't know who he was and from what Jack said she wouldn't want to know. Having her here, now the last thing he wanted to do was chase her away.

"Thank you."

He said, finally settling. He wanted to say so much more but he feared what her response would be.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image

Dae didn't know what to do when he took her hands. They were rough, calloused from his sword but they were warm, enough to make her shiver. "You were there, I knew it. I couldn't explain it but I knew it." He said, the joy in his eyes, made her heart thump. "You saved my life. You have nothing to apologize for. They needed you. They're your pack." He said, smiling warmly. Dae looked up, her eyes finding his, her fingers curling around his. Her pack. Sure, they did need her but it was the Fae who stopped her from helping him in the first place. The runes on her legs, hummed and glow in response, the glow was a dull and couldn't be seen from her dress but the floor below her feet held a blue halo. She looked down and her jaw tightened. Image

"Listen, Dae I...I just want to say that...I'm..." Dae looked up again, watching the words stop in his throat. After a moment, of just looking at her, he spoke.
"Thank you."
A slow smile came to her lips then.
"No need to t'ank me, just knowing you are alive is all I needed." She said, looking down at their entangled hands "If I'm honest, You've never been far from my t'oughts." She said chuckling nervously. That was an understatement to say the least. He was all she could think about, there wasn't a moment, his face didn't cross her mind and it was astonishing that the vision before her wasn't just that, a vision. He was really there, holding her hands, thanking her. It was surreal.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dae, The Gyspy Character Portrait: Jon Stark
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Jon felt honored by her words, honored and admittedly there was an excitement there as well. She had been thinking of him, fondly it seemed. He'd never known a woman before, not intimately. His experience with them was little to say the least. Chasing women never seemed that important to Jon growing up. While his brothers tried to take him out, get him drunk and bed some girl from one of the pleasure houses Jon never joined them. He was not one for such things. Not that he didn't think about it he just always felt that sharing that part of himself with another person should be more important than the liquid courage granted by mead and a loose woman at a brothel.

Now he stood, with Dae's hands in his and he couldn't help but think of what could be. The chance for happiness, no sooner did he hope did the fires return. Jon could smell the burning flesh and men roasted alive in Winterfells towers. He could hear the screams of his family dying around him. He could see the images of his mother and sister laying dead on the cold stone of the grey keep. His mind grew dark and a cold wind blew within him. His hands, once warm grew cold as his ancient power sparked within him. Quickly Jon snatched his hands away from Dae, turning away from her he forced the power to subside through will alone. After a moment his hands returned to their normal color and he was able to turn back to Dae who was staring at him strangely now.Image

"We should go back."

Jon said, his voice husky with emotion and regret before he began to make his way back to the others with Dae beside him.