http://kestrelswolf.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] kestrelswolf.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2011-08-28 11:54 am
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The Gig, Sunday

The island had moved again, new people were here, and Katniss had come back after all. Those were enough to distract Firekeeper somewhat from her melancholy at Tahiri's leaving. It also helped that the horses were anxious for the gossip on the new students, and so she filled them in as best she could.

[ooc: just about to flee for a day at the beach, but will be around later!]

[identity profile] halfman-lion.livejournal.com 2011-08-28 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
In some attempt at packing light, Tyrion hadn't brought a horse with him from Westeros. Besides, he didn't have a steed he was especially fond of at the moment: A Fandom horse would likely be as good as one from home, once he had it used to his presence.

But now that he'd had a day on the island, it was clear to him that he'd be a happier man if he had a conveyance beyond his legs. So he was at the stable, looking for anyone who seemed to work there.

He finally spotted a barefoot young woman. "Excuse me. Who would I speak with if I wanted to buy and board a horse?"

[identity profile] halfman-lion.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"And how would I find Dani?" Tyrion asked, before giving in to his crossness and adding: "You don't need to stare, you know. It won't make me burst out in juggling."

[identity profile] halfman-lion.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't expect anything from it, save the release of his own annoyance. The reprimand had served its function.

"Because many dwarfs end as performers," he said, but there was no real heat in it anymore. In part, this was because he was distracted by the creature at her side. " -- and that's a full-grown direwolf, isn't it?"

He'd never seen a live one this close; he was half fascinated and half terrified.
Edited 2011-08-29 02:14 (UTC)

[identity profile] halfman-lion.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"In our far North," Tyrion explained, still scrutinizing the beast. "I think yours is a bit smaller than ours, but I didn't know they could be tamed at all. Where are you from?"

[identity profile] halfman-lion.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Tyrion stepped back slightly, with a worried look at the wolf. He didn't fancy having something large enough to fit him in its mouth angry at him, (mostly) tame or not.

"I don't know it," he said, confirming the narrative. "He clearly likes you, at least. Handsome fellow."

Who Tyrion kept sincerely hoping wouldn't eat him.

[identity profile] halfman-lion.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"And he talks to you." Well, direwolves (royal wolves, Tyrion corrected himself) were said to be intelligent animals; they wouldn't be so dangerous if they weren't. Why shouldn't they communicate?

He pressed the surprise out of his voice and added -- speaking to Blind Seer now -- "I meant no offense. Your ... kindred, in my world, generally live far from people."

Other than the wildlings, but Tyrion had no idea what they got up to north of the wall.

[identity profile] halfman-lion.livejournal.com 2011-08-29 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's a wall in my world dividing the furthest bits of the north from the rest of the kingdoms," Tyrion explained. "Probably a bit like your Iron Mountains."