first wildling ❄ ( video )

[freewoman]

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.

Comments

[becauseichooseto]

Actually, I believe our enemy. It's very unlikely that the gods and the giants are violently murdering each other but agree to lie to us about this. Particularly given that it's in the giant's interest to sew discord, wouldn't you agree?

[freewoman]

I think people lie for many a reason. Who am I to say why? [Distrusting much?]

[becauseichooseto]

Well, you're the accuser. [He's not angry, amused.]

[freewoman]

I say as I see.

[becauseichooseto]

But you can't see. Or do you have proof of your home's safety?

[freewoman]

I have proof that it's not safe even with my help. All my friends are dead.

[becauseichooseto]

I'm sorry to hear that. A similar future awaits me, though how similar… I cannot say.

[freewoman]

Such is life. Y'win, y'lose, y'live, and then you die.

[becauseichooseto]

I'll tell you a secret: I prefer winning.

[freewoman]

Who doesn't? Don't mean you won't die someday.

[becauseichooseto]

Very likely. [Though some Time Lords stick around long after they're dead. Usually they're deeply traumatised and mad though, so Irving would rather not.]

[freewoman]

Then what's the problem?

[becauseichooseto]

I have a preference, not a problem.

[freewoman]

So does everyone. What makes you special?

[becauseichooseto]

I might be the first person you've encountered that doesn't want a fight?

[freewoman]

Don't you believe all this about needin' t'fight to save lands?

[becauseichooseto]

I was talking about you and I.

Fighting to save lands, as you put it, has enough credibility behind it that I believe it, yes. But regardless, that doesn't make me want to fight.

[freewoman]

So you're weak?

[becauseichooseto]

No. So I'm strong.

[freewoman]

Y'fight if you're strong.

[becauseichooseto]

You fight if you must. Otherwise, fighting is just a display of weakness, under a veil of machismo. I don't have to prove my strength to anyone.