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[carmesi]

Who: wanda maximoff + others
When: november
Where: solvunn, horizon, nocwich
What: catch-all for the month! including general top-levels for solvunn. horizon threads based on request! additionally, she'll be in nocwich gathering some supplies.
Warnings: tba!

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[dogmeats]

( Well don't look at him, he didn't fucking name them, did he? Uninspired, sure, but at least everyone knows exactly where the fuck you're talking about.

He's been content to parrot out answers like an encyclopedia up until now, where it seems just a touch more personal. Like she's prying for information about him specifically. It has him cutting a sideways look at her, studying her discerningly, eyes narrowed. )

What's it matter? Why do you care?

( It's less that he's protective of the information, of course — it matters not whether he's from the West or the North, it's not like she'll be able to wield the information against him. He just doesn't like the thought of being under anyone's attentions, he doesn't like being under the spotlight. The greater implication, the perils of being known.

Best to uno reverse card this situation before she can even answer those two questions, sharply returning fire with: )

Where are you from? How many kingdoms are on your continent?

[carmesi]

[the same look that she shoots her, wanda shoots right back, not the slightest bit intimidated by his attitude, height, nor physical prowess. he's probably used to strong-willed women, if nothing else.]

I'm sure you've heard about conversations.

[there's no need to get half as defensive as he is, but wanda takes no insult of it.]

I am from a country called Sokovia. Small, surrounded by mountains. It doesn't exist anymore. [a shrug, as she turns her gaze to the front again, as they reach a more level plane on the grass.] We don't have kingdoms anymore, but we do have seven continents with a lot of countries. My continent is called Europe.

[sandor will probably think it's a dumb name.]

I'm not an expert in geography, so don't ask me too many questions about it.

[dogmeats]

( Gods, is he ever used to strong-willed women. Let him be fucking spared from them, if the seven divine have a scrap of bloody mercy between them — but of course they don't. Ladies like her, like Claire, like Sansa, they're all his punishment for his vast array of sins.

Sokovia; he notes. Europe. It'll do him absolutely no good to learn these names, but he files them away nonetheless.

I'm not an expert in geography; he snorts — a proper laugh, nearly. Only a touch mocking. )

What, and you think I am?

( Asking him questions about his own continent, like he's any better at it. )

Do I strike you as a particularly well-read fucker? Don't worry, I can barely remember my own bloody geography, I won't go interrogating you about yours. We're both here now, anyway, aren't we?

[carmesi]

[the 'mocking' she doesn't get, because all wanda can gather from where their conversation has rolled towards is that she's nearly made him laugh; that there's amusement well in the air, just about brewing.

clover, the horse, snorts, avoiding a large rock pressed onto the path and forcing wanda to follow after its sudden shift, holding tight onto the leash, steps hurried for a moment.]

I don't know what kind of fucker you strike me as, Sandor, but you're not half as uninteresting as you might think you are. [all this said, words returned, with a generous lilt of amusement in her voice. if he were to turn to look at her face, he will find that wanda is smiling.] We'll leave the reading to others. Doesn't help us that much here in Solvunn, anyway, so you're right about that.

seems like a decent place to wrap ? 🎀

[dogmeats]

( She's right, that amusement's brewing and it doesn't stop when she parrots back his language at him; I don't know what kind of fucker you strike me as. Something about the phrasing... He shakes his head slowly, amused.

He doesn't look at her to see the smile, but he doesn't really need to. He can feel it well enough.

They walk in comfortable companionship back to town this way, in better spirits than he normally wears, never quite laughing, but close enough for her to maybe feel some sense of a job accomplished. )