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abraxaslogs2021-10-10 05:24 pm
song_of_ice) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-10-10 05:24 pm
October Catchall
WHO: Jon Snow & OTA
WHAT: Brooding in the Horizon, trying to get settled in the Free Cities
WHEN: October
WHERE: The Free Cities | The Horizon
I. Horizon
[Since returning to his particular place in the Horizon, there had been some minor changes. Gone were the dragons that flew in the distance, gone was the White Direwolf that had followed Jon around and gone was the Giant that had been building a wall around Jon's camp. The illusion of the world had been removed when the memories had returned, so there was no need to sprinkle his corner with elements from Westeros. He wasn't in the mood to see them and he didn't want painful reminders of everything he was sorting through in his head.
Some elements of Horizon camp remained. He could hunt shadowcats and build camp fires like before, only now the snow seemed to come down more aggressively. Leather, skins, hair, it would become damp in an instant before freezing in the cold temperatures. Jon preferred the cold, it was familiar but not in a painful way. It was easier to fight the snow and ice than it was his irritations and impatience.
In an effort to keep his hands busy, he took to sharpening the spears he made before. Bone wasn't as fine looking as obsidian, but he didn't want to see Dragonglass at the moment. There was a nice pile building beside him, as he was more eager to do something than sit in silence. But even with the sounds of his efforts, it was still quiet enough that he could hear others enter his camp.]
You wandered far.
II. The Free Cities
[The Free Cities aren't much better than the Horizon, though there was more of a chance of privacy and quiet there. It was all a matter of which he felt like suffering through. Crowds of people or no one but his thoughts to keep him company. Life was at least easier in the Free Cities than it had been at the castle. No one was imprisoned unjustly, there were no rumors of execution and, for the most part, they were left to their own devices. Something badly needed for those still trying to adjust to the change of worlds.
Having remembered his conversation with Geralt, Jon took a look at the various smiths, trying to find something of quality among their stock. What he wanted though was a Valyrian sword, his Valyrian sword. It had been a long while since he felt that measure of petulance that he had as a boy, but the departure of some friends had left him in a foul mood.
Still, he tried to push himself to find something good, something he might like. He picked up a few of the weapons from the stand and twirled them in his hand, testing the weight and feel. Of course, in his attempt to like something, he wasn't paying much attention to those around him. Watch out for the sword swinging near your head, passerby.]
Seven Hells, I didn't hit you, did I?
WHAT: Brooding in the Horizon, trying to get settled in the Free Cities
WHEN: October
WHERE: The Free Cities | The Horizon
I. Horizon
[Since returning to his particular place in the Horizon, there had been some minor changes. Gone were the dragons that flew in the distance, gone was the White Direwolf that had followed Jon around and gone was the Giant that had been building a wall around Jon's camp. The illusion of the world had been removed when the memories had returned, so there was no need to sprinkle his corner with elements from Westeros. He wasn't in the mood to see them and he didn't want painful reminders of everything he was sorting through in his head.
Some elements of Horizon camp remained. He could hunt shadowcats and build camp fires like before, only now the snow seemed to come down more aggressively. Leather, skins, hair, it would become damp in an instant before freezing in the cold temperatures. Jon preferred the cold, it was familiar but not in a painful way. It was easier to fight the snow and ice than it was his irritations and impatience.
In an effort to keep his hands busy, he took to sharpening the spears he made before. Bone wasn't as fine looking as obsidian, but he didn't want to see Dragonglass at the moment. There was a nice pile building beside him, as he was more eager to do something than sit in silence. But even with the sounds of his efforts, it was still quiet enough that he could hear others enter his camp.]
You wandered far.
II. The Free Cities
[The Free Cities aren't much better than the Horizon, though there was more of a chance of privacy and quiet there. It was all a matter of which he felt like suffering through. Crowds of people or no one but his thoughts to keep him company. Life was at least easier in the Free Cities than it had been at the castle. No one was imprisoned unjustly, there were no rumors of execution and, for the most part, they were left to their own devices. Something badly needed for those still trying to adjust to the change of worlds.
Having remembered his conversation with Geralt, Jon took a look at the various smiths, trying to find something of quality among their stock. What he wanted though was a Valyrian sword, his Valyrian sword. It had been a long while since he felt that measure of petulance that he had as a boy, but the departure of some friends had left him in a foul mood.
Still, he tried to push himself to find something good, something he might like. He picked up a few of the weapons from the stand and twirled them in his hand, testing the weight and feel. Of course, in his attempt to like something, he wasn't paying much attention to those around him. Watch out for the sword swinging near your head, passerby.]
Seven Hells, I didn't hit you, did I?