"You cannot mean..." Rhaenys can't even bring herself to say it, but she's heard stories of those meant to be kept beyond the Wall. Nothing more than rumors, of course, and fishwife gossip and pirate tall tales, yet there have been stories all the same. Of creatures that might as well be myth, each story different and more incredulous than the last.
She shivers, though whether it's the thought of the White Walkers or merely the chill in the air, she doesn't make it easy to tell. Or at least until she tries to find something to wrap around herself, and finds none in hand.
"Wights." An army of the dead, and therefore nearly impossible to defeat. Which is what brings him here. Defeating them will require weapons made from a material that is only available here. "You've heard of them? Most don't believe the stories."
He unties his fur-lined cloak and offers it to her. They won't be outside for much longer. He can do without it. Besides, he's used to deeper cold than this.
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i remembered this as i was looking for your open post, so have a surprise tag c:
Date: 2022-07-06 04:04 pm (UTC)She shivers, though whether it's the thought of the White Walkers or merely the chill in the air, she doesn't make it easy to tell. Or at least until she tries to find something to wrap around herself, and finds none in hand.
surprise tags are the best tags
Date: 2022-07-07 02:29 am (UTC)He unties his fur-lined cloak and offers it to her. They won't be outside for much longer. He can do without it. Besides, he's used to deeper cold than this.