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Oi, [Comes the booming voice of one redhead, trying to understand this thing on her wrist. For a moment she shakes her wrist before looking back down.]

You lot, if y'can see me. [She's just looking down scornfully. Wildlings don't even understand Southern technology and you want to throw this at her.]

I have a few choice words for your gods, but first. Jon Snow, if y'be here, you best reply to me here. Don't think I've forgot about you, just 'cuz I've wound up here. You know nothing. [She has some hope that if these gods could choose her, he'd be here, too. Then the Crows wouldn't matter (not that they did to begin with). But neither would the Wall nor her people.]

You other lot, not bein' Jon Snow, I'd ask the same as I did them girls I talked to. What keeps you from goin' outside the city? Where I'm from we do as we please, the Free Folk. No god cares 'bout what we do as men. Or women. Why fight their war? I fought my own war because some Southern king decided years ago he'd put my people behind some great wall. I decided to be a spearwife to lodge me own spear up every Crow whose crossed into our land's ass. [That didn't exactly happen, but semantics.]

It was my lands though. If y'can't fight for what's yours, maybe you never deserved it. Don't need no named god tellin' me that.

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[ Both eyebrows are raised. Enough people are already answering her questions, so she will try to ask a few - ]

You come from beyond the Wall? A wildling? [ Viserys taught her these words. ]

[She bristles slightly at the terminology, but the girl doesn't seem rude, just curious. Not like Ygritte wants to be on show, but she does earn the attention when she went shouting after Jon Snow.]

Aye. Though we choose t'call ourselves the Free Folk. Another from below the Wall then?

[It seems of the few people from her lands, she is actually the only one that is from her own land.]

Another, yes. [ A vaguely apologetic smile. One of too many these days. ] Why is it that you seek this Jon Snow?

[ She's met him, briefly, and knows little enough to tell whether or not he speaks truthfully. ]

Where are you from then? [She knows little about Targaryens. But she's never seen someone with white hair, not like that.]

He's mine. [Said simply enough. Or at least she still considers him hers. She's not entirely sure how that works right now though.]

[ So possessive. Is that the way beyond the Wall? ]

The Seven Kingdoms are my true home, but I was brought across the Narrow Sea when I was young. The Free City of Braavos sheltered me for those years.

Where I know winter, you know summer. [As much as the Haunted Forest and Frost Fangs are her roots, she can't help but be envious.]

I'd give anything t'be that south, that far away.

Even Essos does not completely escape winter's grasp. [ Though the chill in the Dothraki sea must be nothing compared to blizzards this woman has seen. ]

Or war's, for that matter. [ Isn't that what she was speaking of? ]

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Aye, but you don't know what's comin'. [Her tone is grave like every other one of the Wildlings who knows what's above the Wall.] Y'best pray to whichever gods are yours that Wall holds'em and they can't swim across.

Won't matter which war y'fightin'.

[ Eh? ] That what can't swim across?

[ Clearly she does not mean other wildlings. What else survives behind the Wall? Everything else Dany knows... those are stories. Myths from times long passed. ]

[Her voice turns a little cryptic, squinting at the girl.]

Don't they tell you about what's beyond the Wall? What's been sleepin' for thousands of years when the last long night happened?

[ Her mouth slips into a frown, lines on her forehead crease. There's a pause before she speaks and slight apprehension in her gaze. ]

Cold as death, eyes of ice. I know what you speak of. [ But still the name does not pass from her lips. No living person has seen one in over eight thousand years - that an army of them marches southward, it's difficult to believe. ]

Aye. Y'know of what I speak. Whole villages scattered with slaughtered bodies, and when the night comes they rise, skin, hair, eyes all of ice. There's not much left to my lands now. Y'know it's bad when my people take a king. [Granted it's one they chose, a Crow come over. Everyone knew that they had to fight or be slaughtered. Warring tribes settled what they could. Everyone took arms.]

[ Men, wolves, anything could do that kind of damage (how big can a wildling village be?) and wildlings with a king sounds a bit more believable than those horrors suddenly roaming the earth again. She would say that too, but for now she bites her tongue. ]

And you have seen them for yourself? [ Not just the destruction. Seen an actual demon. ]

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[She doesn't want to answer that, mostly because the images that come to mind.]

Their army weren't far from ours. We stayed away, only makin' to move on the Wall.

[ She wants to press, tries to find another angle. ]

The Seven Kingdoms - the Night's Watch, how do they respond?

[ If ever there were a time for an invading army to strike, made of wildlings or otherwise, this would be the time. It is what she wished she could do, anyway. ]

The South wars on itself, and the Crows fight us as they always do. Like we're the enemy out there.

[ Aren't they? ]

This news is troubling - but you have my thanks for sharing it with me. [ A slight smile, lacking cheer really. ]

I'd tell any of the South who'd listen. They're comin' as sure as I'm standin' here.

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