the struggle of picking a new DR name? BEEN THERE.
I don't talk a lot about it on here, but I'm also a writer, so I have a small list of names that I usually pick from for shifting (just 'cause I like consistency, especially because of how much your name is usually tied to your sense of self), but when I need a change or one of my usual picks just does NOT suit the DR or my script, I consult my MUCH larger list of character names for writing.
I'll admit, there's a lot more fem names than masc names, but I also have a decent few gender neutral names on there too. Let me know if anyone would be interested in having access to that list, because I can totally post it here if you guys need some inspiration.
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synopsis: jon snow travels to the wall for the first time with tyrion lannister. they both discover that the mysterious huntress is more than just a myth.
warnings: oc, castle black (needs its own warning), dudes being dudes, name-calling & cursing
word count: 1.9k
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castle black, the wall
— THE FIRST TIME JON SNOW LAID EYES ON THE WALL, HE WAS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. He heard the horn when he rode in the gate and he followed his uncle across the frosty dirt ground into the Main Hall, along with the other new recruits.
The man at the head of the table, the Lord Commander, was certainly an imposing sight. He was leaning to his left to speak with the Maester of Castle Black when they came in. He turned to look them over when they stopped before him, and Jon felt himself wanting to shift under that sharp stare. He didn't.
"Had some luck, did you Benjen?"
"I did, Commander," Benjen replied, glancing over the recruits.
He stood. "Welcome to Castle Black. I am Lord Commander Jeor Mormont. In this castle, you obey my rules. We are brothers here, and any slight against your brothers will come with consequence. Any disobedience will come with consequence. Do good for your brothers, and the men of the Night's Watch will continue to serve their vows and their purpose well, as they have for thousands of years." He looked to Benjen. "Show this lot to their cots."
"Aye, Ser." Turning, the Stark ranger made for the doors. "Come on, recruits."
They headed back out into the cold courtyard – which, to be fair, wasn't really any colder than the Hall – and started up the steps to get to the walkways along the second story. Shouts rang out in the courtyard below, and then they heard the strangest thing.
"Move your foot! No, wrong foot."
A clang and a thud.
"Now you're dead."
Was that a woman's voice? The new recruits all turned and suddenly found themselves rather frozen at the sight below. A young woman who couldn't have been any older than Jon stood amongst the men below, training. She wore dark, fitted trousers and black boots, a loose white undershirt beneath a black leather jerkin and black leather gloves. Long waves of hair the colour of chocolate fell down her back, and though she spun a sword in her right hand, she was far too pretty to be mistaken for any manner of man.
It was like she could feel the eyes on her. She turned towards them with a mildly amused expression, and Jon realised her complexion was very different to anyone else this far North; a bronze sort of shade. Her brown eyes landed on the group of new arrivals before sliding over to Benjen.
"See you brought back some strays with you," she grinned.
The Ranger chuckled. He'd always been rather fond of the girl, watching over her as Mormont did, though she hardly needed it. "That I did, my lady. The lads were just taking notes on your perfect form."
She laughed. "Go on then."
She turned back to training, and Benjen got the recruits moving again.
"Come on boys. You've seen women before. Move on." He caught Jon's eyes lingering a second longer and chuckled. "First piece of advice for you," he said. "Behave yourself with Lady Mormont, or your consequence will likely come at her hand."
"Mormont?" Jon blinked at his uncle, then looked back to see the girl slinging a black cloak back around her shoulders and heading for the Hall. "Is that...?"
Benjen nodded. "The Huntress. Aye. She's not just a fairy tale the lads tell themselves to get through winter. She's real, and she'll chop off your balls for real too, so let's get going."
The first thing Nymeria noticed when she stepped into the hall was that there was a stranger here. He wasn't a recruit, or he'd be with Benjen, so who? Short man wearing red and gold with enough authority and riches to visit Castle Black on a whim. It didn't take a genius to solve that puzzle. The Lannister dwarf.
She inclined her head. "Guests, Lord Commander?"
Mormont nodded. "Nymeria, this is Lord Tyrion Lannister. Lord Tyrion, this is Nymeria Mormont, my granddaughter."
She inclined her head. "My Lord."
"My Lady." He observed her with open curiosity, though it lacked the predatory gleam she'd grown so used to. "Not often you find a woman at the Wall."
She smirked. "I'll let you know when they muster enough men to throw me out."
"This evening, I will speak with the new recruits individually." The Lord Commander spoke up. "Tomorrow, I'd like you to introduce them to training."
"Will I be working with Ser Alliser?"
"Yes." He didn't miss the way she wrinkled her nose with displeasure. "Sooner or later, both of you are going to have to get over yourselves," he warned. "We are all on the same side."
"Yes, Lord Commander."
The morning was pale and cold, like always in the North. The dawn was a dim pink, and by the time the sharp light of the sun was peeking in through her window, Nymeria was already awake, pulling on her boots and cloak. It was rare that she got cold anymore – not after three years – but the early morning was the most common time for it, and the black cloak she'd earned two years ago, with a set of vows meant for a man, provided enough warmth to get her up and going. She trailed her fingers over the inked pages of the open book on her desk, ran them through her hair to tug free any remaining tangles and pulled on her gloves before sliding the deadbolt on her door aside.
"Grenn, show him what you farm boys are made of," Alliser sneered.
Ser Alliser Thorne. Nymeria's least favourite Night's Watchman. She really had tried, at first, to get along with him, and there was an unsteady peace between them, but no one was more openly displeased about her presence here at the wall than Alliser Thorne.
The new recruits from the previous day stood in a semi-circle before the young man she now knew to be Jon Snow, all of them in training armour with blunt blades in their hands. Nymeria and Thorne stood not far from him, though on opposite sides to leave room for the mass of distaste wedged between them. Both wore their black cloaks, not engaging in any of the training for now.
One of the boys, Grenn, moved in to cross blades with Snow, only to be bested in seconds, the flat of the blade smacking him in the face last. He stumbled back, clutching his bloody nose with a groan.
Nymeria raised a brow. He's good with a sword, at least, if not particularly cheerful. Not that cheer was something commonly found here.
"If that were a real sword, you'd be dead!" Alliser informed him. "Lord Snow here grew up in a castle, spitting down on the likes of you. Who here thinks Ned Stark's bastard bleeds like the rest of us?"
Nymeria rolled her eyes, nodding at another of the boys in the group. "Pyp. You go."
He didn't look like much, but sometimes the smaller ones were also faster. With a yell, he took a wide swing at his opponent, only for the tip of Jon's sword to slam into the armour on his chest, hard. He fell backwards with a painful grunt, curling in on himself when he hit the ground.
Not making himself anything but enemies, she noted as her eyes flickered back to Jon.
"Next!" Thorne called.
A boy whose name Nymeria didn't know stepped forward. The spar lasted a little longer than Pyp's, though no longer than Grenn's before Jon grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him a few feet.
"Next!"
Another – she thought his name was Rast – stepped into the circle and the second Jon crossed blades with him, another entered. He leaned back, allowing their blades to cross and block each other's, slammed his elbow into Rast's gut, kicked the other boy back onto his ass and sent Rast reeling again with a punch to the face. He stepped back with a huff.
"Well, Lord Snow, it appears you're the least useless person here. Go clean yourselves up! There's only so much I can stomach in a day."
Nymeria sighed, moving to the other side of the courtyard where yesterday's targets stood with arrows still halfway through their heads. She tugged them free with little effort and slid them into a quiver that had been cast aside.
"Broke my nose, bastard."
Jon paused in the motion of hanging his training sword back on the rack. He'd heard the insult many times before. Only now, it was coming from someone he'd bested. He turned to face the man in the doorway – Grenn, he thought – and found him glaring, face still bloodied.
"It's an improvement," he smirked.
Instantly, the one behind him grabbed him by the arms, holding them behind his back while Grenn held a knife to his throat.
"If we threw you over the Wall, I wonder how long it'd take you to hit?"
"I wonder if they'd find you before the wolves did," another, Pyp, added.
Just then, the door opened, and they turned their heads to find none other than Tyrion Lannister standing there watching them.
"What you lookin at, half-man?" Rast glared.
A look of mild amusement crossed the dwarf's face. "I'm looking at you. Yes... you've got an interesting face. Hm. Very distinctive faces, all of you."
The recruits looked a little unnerved at that. "What do you care about our faces?"
"It's just... I think they would look marvellous decorating spikes in King's Landing. Perhaps I'll write to my sister, the queen, about it."
Then the door opened again, and another unexpected figure stepped through. She had a quiver hanging from one forearm as she tugged off her left glove, then her eyes lifted, landing on the group of boys with a raised brow. All it took was a single look for them to step away from Jon, moving so quickly they nearly tripped over their own feet. They'd been here two days. Two days was long enough to learn that you didn't fuck with Nymeria Mormont.
"Gentlemen."
Grenn glanced back at Jon. "We'll talk later, Lord Snow," he muttered while Rast left without a word, giving Nymeria a wide berth.
Jon leaned back against the weapons rack behind him with a resigned huff as Nymeria set the quiver of arrows back where they belonged.
"Everybody knew what this place was and no one told me." He looked at Tyrion. "Nobody but you. My father knew... and he left me to rot at the Wall all the same."
"Grenn's father left him too," Tyrion offered. "Outside a farmhouse, when he was three. Pyp was caught stealing a wheel of cheese. His little sister hadn't eaten in three days. He was given a choice; his right hand or the Wall. I've been asking the Lord Commander about them. Fascinating stories."
"They hate me because I'm better than they are," Jon said angrily.
"It's a lucky thing none of them were trained by a master-at-arms like your Ser Rodrik," he replied sharply.
"Most of them come to us having never held a real sword before," Nymeria said softly, glancing at the other boys with what Jon quickly realised was sympathy. After all, weren't they all outcasts here?
He wondered why she'd come to the Wall. The Lord Commander's granddaughter, certainly, but House Mormont was a rather esteemed house in the North, if not the largest. Why would she abandon her home at Bear Island for this life?
"Oh," Tyrion offered a scroll. "Your brother, Bran."
Jon snatched it quickly at the mention of his brother.
Summary: Jeonghan has had a crush on you for a year now. He’s just too coward to do something about it. He never thought paper rings were a thing.
-loosely based on paper rings by Taylor Swift.
For: @luvhannie
Here’s another gift for you. I hope you like it. This wasn’t planned but this morning I had this idea after uploading the video edit. I haven’t write in months so I hope this didn’t turned out so bad. Merry Christmas Anna!
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Jeonghan knew this was stupid. He knew the rest of his friends were going to blackmail him about this for god knows how long. It was Soonyoung’s idea and Jeonghan should’ve known better about following Soonyoung’s idea but desperate times required desperate measures. He need to do something about it and he had to do it soon or he was going to lose his chance.
Jeonghan remembers the first time he met you. The rooftop of his old building never looked so vivid. A high moon was shining and the Christmas lights decorations were still printed on his eyelids just like the ridiculous Christmas Carols remixes were still ringing in his ears. He still wonders where Hansol managed to get that music from but it was better never asking when it came to Hansol. The smell of dubious substances was his doing too. It’s been a year, he has had a crush on you for a whole year.
It’s embarrasing, in a way.
He knows it’s not something bad, but he is Yoon Jeonghan and having a Joshua Hong teasing him for a whole year because he hasn’t made a move yet wasn’t something he was proud of.
Joshua often says he was being stupid from the beginning, that he should have come forward as a normal person instead of going home and checking all your social media in a lame attempt to get information about you. As if that was easier than asking Seungcheol directly about you, one of his closest friends. No, Jeonghan thought that ignoring you when you were in close proximity was better than talking to you as a normal person.
And it worked for a while. Until it was too much for him and he did what he never thought he could do: he became your friend.
It was the best and worst thing to ever happened to him.
He had to go through all the stages of friendship, from casual hangouts to late night conversations, to sleepovers to binge watch your favorite show to you getting drunk and crying because your relationships didn’t work.
He knows he loves all the time you both spend together, the weird adventures you both made from time to time (his body still shivers when he remembers the time you thought it was a good idea to jump into a pool in winter). He loves (you) being your friend.
But it’s been a year and he doesn’t know if he can keep with it.
So as stupid as it sounded he agreed to Soonyoung’s idea. Now he was at the mall with a stupid Santa costume with stupid reindeer antlers on Christmas Eve selling Christmas hats to children just because the booth was right in front of the shop you were currently working in.
Jeonghan had made a compromise at the beginning of December. He was going to confess to you before the end of the year. It was December 24 and Jeonghan hasn’t made any progress.
“Well that was the last! We can close now!” Soonyoung’s cheerful voice got Jeonghan out of his daydreaming.
“Finally!” He exhaled. It has been a long day. He looked in the direction of the store where you were currently showing a red bag to an old lady.
“Well I guess we can go home now.” Soonyoung’s said, already taking his things. “Unless you have some plans already” he moved his eyebrows in a gesture that should be suggestive, but Soonyoung just looked plain weird.
“Shut up.”
“Oh, c’mon dude, December is almost over. Are you going to spend another year crushing on your best friend or are you going to actually do something about it?”
“Shut up, I’m not-“
“Guys! Are you already closing?!” Jeonghan recognized your voice in a second and he blushed, Soonyoung was trying to contain his laugh.
“Yes. Are you closing soon too?” Said Soonyoung once he put on his serious facade.
“I still have about half an hour before we can close. Well I guess I’d let you guys go home now. Merry Christmas Eve!” With that you turned your back and went inside. Soonyoung glared at Jeonghan.
“What?”
“For someone who’s as bold as you, you’re really being a coward about this.”
“I’m not-“
“Listen, I don’t know if you’re dumb or just blind but if you don’t do something about this soon you’re gonna miss your chance and you’re gonna regret it for a long time.” Jeonghan didn’t say anything else, Soonyoung was right even if he wasn’t going to admit that out loud. “Now let’s go, we have to get ready for tonight’s party and you know how Jihoon gets when people is late.”
He sighed looking at your direction again, you were paying attention to what your coworker was saying.
Jeonghan took his bag, taking off the reindeer’s antlers. The worst part of this job was walking home with the ridiculous Santa costume. Soonyoung enjoyed it because Soonyoung enjoyed everything that was ridiculous.
~~
The party was in full blast when he arrived. The rooftop was more decorated than ever. At least the music was better this year. The red solo cup found his hand quickly and he got distracted for a while talking to a few of people. When he spotted you on a bench away from the noise he made his way towards you. You looked up, smiling when you saw him and he felt melting at the sight.
“Hey” you greeted him making space for him to sit next to you.
“Hey” he said back, “what are you doing here all by yourself?”
“Just thinking.”
“That sounds very sad.” He chuckled. He didn’t want you overthinking on Christmas Eve.
“Nothing sad, just thinking. Remember that time we painted your sister’s wall but you got confused about the color and instead of soft sky blue we gave her a full sapphire blue wall?”
Jeonghan laughed out loud. His sister was mad at him for days until his father fixed the paint disaster.
“Yeah, I remember that day. You’re just reminiscing our times together?”
“Yes I am.” He didn’t expected such an answer. He could feel his heart speeding up. “That day I realized you are one of my best friends. It was very fun.”
Friends. Jeonghan didn’t know if he wanted to smile or cry.
You opened a tiny paper bag Jeonghan didn’t realize you were holding. Two small pieces felt in your palm.
“What are those?”
“These are paper rings. An old lady gave them to me today at the shop. She was very nice.” You took one and put it carefully on your finger. It was just round paper and Jeonghan didn’t doubted it was going to fall as soon as you closed your hand. “She told me to give the other to the person I want to spend a long time with, so I’m giving it to the person I like.”
Jeonghan heard something breaking, it was his heart.
“Oh.” He didn’t know forming words could be this difficult so he stayed silent. It was too late.
“Jeonghan,” he felt you taking his hand but he was too far gone now to register anything around him. He should’ve heard Joshua, and Seungcheol and Soonyoung. He spent hours in an horrible Santa costume with horrible reindeer antlers trying to make a move and he didn’t. He chances disappeared. “This is for you.” You said as you placed the small paper ring on his opened hand.
Jeonghan looked at the small piece of paper on his palm, as if it was mocking him. His brain couldn’t connected any coherent thought.
“Oh.” It was everything he managed to say, still trying to realize what was happening. He was waiting for his alarm to wake him up because there was no way this could have been happening in real life. Right?
You looked at him, panic slowly showing in your features.
“I am so sorry, I don’t want anything to change between us, I just had to tell you. Let’s just forget about it.”
What?
No.
“No!” He yelled, startling you. “I mean no,” he said softer this time. “Why would I want that?” He couldn’t contain his smile, feeling as if he could breath again. His brain was completely gone at this time. “I love the ring, I’m never taking it off.” He took delicately the paper and put in on his finger. It looked even more childish than he thought. He loved it.
“So you..”
“I like you too and I also want to be with you for a long time.” He looked at his feet, he was sure he was a blushing mess.
“Oh my god,” you hide your face in your hands.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier. If I knew you felt the same I would have talked ages ago.”
“We’re so dumb.” You finally looked at him again, he felt his heart so full at the sight of your sparkly eyes.
“Yeah, we are.” He could hear Soonyoung laughing in his head. He kicked out the thought not wanting anything to interrupt this moment.
“What do we do now?” You asked, it was your turn to avoid his gaze.
“Let’s go find a mistletoe.” He said smiling widely, he took your hand, interlacing your fingers, everything falling into right places.
“Let’s find three, cause I’ve waited for a long time”.
I mentioned before that I'm a writer, and I keep a list of names that I consult when I need a new DR name. As promised, I'm posting the list here in case anyone needs some help with their own script.
Note: I DO have more fem names than masc names (sorry) but there's also a bunch of gender neutral names I love. <3
Gender Neutral
Alex
Atlas
Azusa
Bailey
Blake
Cameron
Casey
Charlie
Dakota
Drew
Dylan
Emerie / Emery
Envy
Fallon
Finnley
Georgie
Harper
Hayden
Holland
Hunter
Idris
Jasper
Jem
Jessie / Jesse
Jordan
Logan
Maeve
Martin
Morgan
Noah
Reize
Remi
Robin
Rory
Rowan
Rune
Sam
Sasha
Sky
Sloane
Sol
Spencer
Tatum
Taylor
Tyler
Valentine
Kai
Raegan
Wren
Zia
Fem-Coded
Adelaide
Aja
Ajatri
Alayna
Aleida
Alice
Alicia
Alina
Allison
Amara
Amaya
Amre
Anastasia
Andromeda
Anessa
Angela
Annabel
Annabeth
Annalys
Anne-Marie
Annika
Anya
Aria
Arya
Astrid
Atalia
Athena
Aurora
Ayla
Azara
Bianca
Bridget
Camicazi
Candy
Carly
Cassandra
Charlotte
Chloe
Cielle
Clara
Clarette
Clarissa
Claudia
Collette
Cora
Cordelia
Danica
Darcy
Della
Diana
Echo
Eden
Elara
Enid
Erica
Esmarie
Esmeray
Estelle
Eunomia
Evelia
Evie
Evora
Gemma
Genevieve
Grace
Hadley
Haelyn
Hayley
Helen
Helena
Hope
Ija
Inanna
Inara
Indigo
Indira
Iris
Isabelle
Iskra
Isleen
Isobel
Jade
Jasmine
Jenna
Jessica
Julia
Juliette
Kailyn
Kala
Kalani
Kali
Kallian
Kalista
Kamala
Kasia
Kassidy
Kate / Katie
Kaya
Kayla
Keira
Keja
Kelsie
Kendra
Khiti
Kinsey
Kinsley
Kinvara
Kourtney
Kristen
Kylie
Lani
Lena
Lexi
Lia
Liana
Lila
Lilliana
Lilith
Lily
Lizzie
Lucy
Luna
Lunaris
Lyanna
Lydia
Lyla
Lyra
Maddie
Madeline
Madisyn (Madi / Mads)
Maira
Mallory (Mal)
Malia
Malina
Marcelene
Marella
Maretta
Maria
Marianna
Marisol
Mavis
Melody
Mercedes (Sadie)
Meridia
Michaela
Millane
Moretta
Myrcella
Myrcelle
Naima
Naomi
Nara
Natalia
Natasha
Neera
Nefeli
Nerissa (Nessa)
Nilah
Nina
Nymeria
Nyx
Pandora
Pearl
Pepper
Piper
Rachel
Ravenna
Rayne
Rayyana
Rosa
Ruelle
Sadie
Safyiah
Saige
Samantha (Sam)
Samirah (Sam)
Saoirse
Savannah (Sav)
Scarlett
Sereia
Shivani
Sienna
Sirine
Solana
Sophia
Sophie
Soraya
Summer
Sylvia
Sylvie
Talia
Talto
Tara
Taria
Teagan
Tessa
Tessabelle
Thalia
Thea
Thena
Theresa
Tiyenna
Valeria
Vane
Veda
Victoria
Vienna
Visha
Vita
Wanda
Zhara / Zara
Zoe / Zoey
Zora
Masc-Coded
Alaric
Asael
Asher
Cahir
Cassius
Caspian
Conan
Eros
Ethan
Evan
Jeremy
Julian
Kane
Luke / Lucian
Marcel
Morion
Oliver
Orion
Raphael
Ronan
Warner
William / Will
Surnames
Anderson
Aspen
Baker
Barnes
Bishop
Daxer
Foster
Graves
Grayson
Harper
Holland
James
Jayde
Keita
Keller
King
Lawrence
Lawson
Linden
Madden
Marshall
Miller
Moore
Morris
Pearson
Pierce
Prince
Reeves
Thorne
Smith
Solace
Summers
Wilson
Bonus! Valyrian Names
(first names only)
Aegis (M)
Aerion (M)
Araenia (F)
Chaereah (F)
Daenera (F)
Daenya (F)
Daenys (F)
Delaena (F)
Daenerya (F)
Daenyra (F)
Elaena (F)
Haella (F)
Helaena (F)
Jaehaera (F)
Maela (F)
Maerys (F)
Naelyra (F)
Nerys / Naerys (F)
Raenela (F)
Rhaegon (M)
Saelyra (F)
Saerya (F)
Selaehrys (F)
Selaena (F)
Shiera (F)
Tyrax (M)
Valaena (F)
Veraena / Vera (F)
Vyra (F)
Vysea (F)
Notes:
Feel free to use this list for your DRs, and good luck.
I would absolutely LOVE to know if this helped anyone! <3
And I'll be posting the link to it on the original post I made about this list as well as my pinned introduction post.
synopsis: nymeria meets samwell tarly, a new and misliked recruit. jon and nymeria are taunted by ser alliser, ending in a potential lesson for one of them.
warnings: oc, castle black (needs its own warning), sparring, bullying
word count: 1.4k
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castle black, the wall
— JON WAS IN THE TRAINING GROUNDS WHEN THE HORN ATOP THE WALL BLEW ONCE.
"Riders returning!" A few of the men shouted.
They heard the clopping of hooves before they saw the riders, and then they trotted in, the horses looking a little skittish, but not off too bad considering where they'd been the past two weeks.
Nymeria looked like a vengeful spirit of the North atop her large stallion. Her face was smudged here and there with dirt, there was a bruise on her jawbone on the left, and there were strands of hair falling from a braid into her face. Her expression, though, was both sharp and proud at once, and for good reason.
Her horse was carrying the extra weight of a wildling on its back, his arms tied down against his sides, hands clutching at the saddle for dear life.
She slid from the saddle and helped her prisoner half-jump, half-fall to the ground as Lord Commander Mormont emerged into the courtyard. With a beckoning nod, Nymeria passed the wildling off to some of the other men.
"Take him to a cell. Bring him some water."
They obeyed without question, and Nymeria caught Jon's staring eyes and flashed him a small smirk before turning to speak with the Lord Commander.
"You're a day late."
She nodded. "I am. Wasn't expecting the extra weight on the ride back, or the delay he gave us before we subdued him."
"Should I be sending anyone to Maester Aemon?"
She shook her head, gesturing at the bruise on her face and a shallow cut on her left arm. "This is the worst of it."
Mormont nodded. "Come on. We'll get you four some food and water, and you can give me your report."
He turned, and the four rangers followed him into the Main Hall.
Nymeria sat in her bath, scrubbing the flakes of dried blood from her arm. She pressed her fingers gently to the flesh around the cut on her bicep. She'd have a brand new scar soon enough. She cupped water in her left hand and poured it gently over the red mark. The water had been hot at first, but had now turned lukewarm with time and the Northern cold.
She sat there in the silence for another long moment before hauling herself up, trailing water behind her as she made her way to where her towel and clothes lay on her bed. The sky was dark and star-filled when she finally crawled under the fur blanket and closed her eyes.
In her mind, she could still hear the wildling yelling senselessly about the white walkers, and about Mance Rayder. She wondered how much of it was true, how much if it could be true.
She fell asleep quickly that night, as she always did after returning from beyond the wall, and blissfully dreamless darkness was there to envelop her.
Three days came and passed as they always did at Castle Black, allowing Nymeria to return to the comfort of routine, and she found herself back in the courtyard again when Ser Alliser brought in their newest recruit.
She paused mid-spar as they approached, not really wanting to smack Grenn's face and break his nose again when he blinked and froze.
"What in seven hells is that?" he demanded.
"They'll need an eighth hell to fit him in," Pyp snickered, eliciting laughter from the others too.
It was true that the young man was notably heavier than the rest of them, but Nymeria doubted he would remain that way, between the terrible food and harsh circumstances at the Wall. This place either toughened them up fast, or killed them off faster.
"Tell them your name," Ser Alliser instructed gruffly.
"Samwell Tarly," he said. "Of Horn Hill.. I mean I was of Horn Hill, but... I've come to take the black."
"Come to take the black pudding," Rast piped up, bringing another round of laughter.
Nymeria blew harshly through her teeth, making a sharp hissing noise like you would with a misbehaving cat, shutting them up instantly.
"Well, you couldn't be any worse than you look," Alliser grumbled. "Rast, see what he can do."
Rast stuck him with the blunt sword once, twice and Samwell fell to the ground whimpering.
"I yield! Please, no more!"
"On your feet. Pick up your sword."
Samwell shifted nervously.
"Hit him till he finds his feet."
Rast beat him with the sword, again and again as he cried out.
"Seems they've run short of poachers and theives down south. Now they're sending us squealing bloody pigs! Again, harder!"
This time when Rast's sword came down, it was met with another, ringing out for half a second before Nymeria twisted her blade and flicked it, disarming Rast with ease in one fluid movement.
"He yielded," Jon snapped before hauling Samwell up and pulling him away.
"Looks like the bastard and the bear are in love," Alliser smirked. "Alright then, if you wish to defend your lady love, let's make it an exercise. You two," he beckoned Grenn and Pyp over. "Three of you ought to be enough to make Lady Piggy squeal. All you've got to do is get past the bastard and Lady Mormont there."
"You sure you want to do this?" Jon asked them, readying his sword.
"No," Grenn replied honestly.
Rast charged first, crossing blades with Jon and receiving a knee to the gut and the ground on his face.
Nymeria lowered her blade when Pyp came towards her, turning as she stepped in close and hooked her foot around his ankle, letting his momentum do the rest.
Jon's blade met Grenn's, and then his foot to his chest, sending him stumbling back. Rast was back on his feet again, blade swinging, but Nymeria blocked the blow before it hit Jon's back, parried his sword away and jabbed the tip of her own into his chest armour, leaving him back on his ass, gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of him.
Grenn rose back to his feet, immediately backing away when Jon stepped towards him again.
"Yield, yield! I yield."
"We're done for the day," Alliser spoke, clearly displeased. He glared at Jon. "Go clean the armory. That's all you're good for." He stalked away, leaving them there.
Pyp got to his feet and grinned down at Grenn who had gone down to one knee to take a breath. "Well fought."
"Piss off," he huffed back.
"Did he hurt you?" Samwell asked in a small voice.
Nymeria shrugged. "Nah."
"You can call me Sam... if you want." His eyes darted between her and Jon. "My mother calls me Sam-"
"It's not going to get any easier, you know?" Jon cut in a bit harshly. "You're gonna have to defend yourself."
"Why didn't you get up and fight?" Grenn frowned.
"I wanted to," Sam protested. "I just couldn't."
"Why not??"
"... I'm a coward. My father always says so."
"The Wall's no place for a coward," Jon said.
"You're right, I'm sorry," he replied defensively. "I just... wanted to thank you."
Nymeria offered a small nod before the boy grabbed his sword from the ground and headed off.
"A bloody coward," Grenn grumbled. "People saw us talking to him! Now they'll think we're cowards too!"
"You're too stupid to be a coward," Pyp offered.
"You're to stupid to be a..."
"Quick now!" He grinned. "Before summer's over!"
Grenn charged him, tripping when Pyp sidestepped and ran off the other way, laughing.
"Come here!" He yelled, chasing after with his sword still swinging.
Nymeria chuckled as she watched them go, then glanced over at Jon's stoic frown.
She rolled her eyes, hitting his arm lightly. "Lighten up, Snow."
"We're at the bloody Wall," he retorted. "What's there to make light of?"She sighed. "Out there," she pointed to the tunnel leading beyond the wall. "Is the place to be hard sons of bitches. We can either be miserable here too and spend the rest of our days wanting to hurl ourselves from the top of that bloody Wall, or we can make it a little more bearable while we're here." She shrugged, starting backwards away from him. "You could at least think about smiling."
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synopsis: jon and sam swear their vows to the night's watch, but discover something deadly in the process. lord commander mormont rewards jon with a hefty prize for a feat of impressive bravery.
warnings: oc, castle black (needs its own warning), dead bodies, vague descriptions of injuries, white walkers/wights
word count: 1.9k
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— NYMERIA'S BOOTS CRUNCHED THROUGH THE SNOW AND ICE IN THE TUNNEL. She was part of the small group trekking North to the Weirwood tree for Jon and Sam's vows.
"It's only right," her grandfather had said. "You know the area, and you took your vows at that very same tree."
So here she was.
Ghost barreled ahead of them as the gate opened, galloping out into the frozen wilderness with a few scattered barks. Nymeria never ceased to enjoy the looks on the faces of new recruits when they stepped beyond the Wall for the first time.
It didn't take them long to reach the Weirwood, sitting in a small clearing just beyond the first treeline. Jon and Sam passed their torches off to kneel before the pale bark face and speak their vows.
"Hear my words, and bear witness to my vow. Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children, I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honour to the Night's Watch, for this night and all nights to come."
"You knelt as boys," one of the men said gruffly, but proudly. "Rise now as men of the Night's Watch."
Jon rose to his feet, lending a hand to Sam before the two of them grinned, pulling into an embrace. A few chuckles arose as hands were shaken.
Nymeria's smile was the first to drop when she noticed Ghost. "Jon."
He turned, frowning at the concern in her voice. Then he saw the frozen arm in his direwolf's mouth.
"What's he got there?" Sam frowned.
Jon knelt, holding out one hand to the animal. "To me, Ghost. Bring it here."
Just as he was instructed, Ghost laid it on the ground before him.
"Gods be good!"
Nymeria's amused demeanour, the relaxed way she moved within the walls of Castle Black, were gone. They could all see the ranger now as her sharp eyes scanned the treeline for any sign of danger, her right hand lifting to grasp the hilt of one of her daggers warily. Nothing moved.
"Jon, can he lead us back to the body?"
"Should be able to."
She nodded slowly. "Dallin, Crod, go back to the wall. Inform the Lord Commander."
The two of them turned and left, leaving the others to follow Ghost.
The direwolf led them through the trees for about five minutes. Nymeria kept her eyes warily on the thick trees around them all the way. Then they stumbled across the bodies. Black cloaks; they had been rangers of the Night's Watch. Probably part of the group Benjen had taken far North. So what were they doing there?
Their eyes were wide open, their flesh white, blue, black and stiff from frostbite. Hoofprints led away into the trees, but the tracks were frozen over. Wherever the horses had run off to, it was a while ago. They weren't nearby anymore. A small wood sled sat nearby, the supplies it had carried either gone or frozen.
"Get them onto it," Nymeria ordered. "We're taking them back with us."
They moved the bodies to the sled, using a length of rope from their supplies to tie them down before beginning the walk back. They were slowed by the extra weight, but it still didn't take them long to walk back through the gate and the tunnel and into the courtyard where Lord Commander Mormont and some others stood waiting.
He observed one of the faces closely. "It's Othor, without a doubt."
"The other one is Jafer Flowers my lord," one of the men piped up. "Less the hand the wolf tore off."
"Any sign of Benjen and the rest of his party?"
Nymeria shook her head. "Just these two. And some old horse prints, but they're long gone by now. Or dead, more likely."
Jon nodded. "These two have been dead awhile, I'd say."
The Lord Commander huffed in agreement, meanwhile, Sam bent forward, sniffing lightly.
He pulled back with a frown. "The smell."
Another leaned forward to sniff, but only shot Sam a confused look. "What smell?"
"Well... there is none. If they'd been dead for a long time, wouldn't there be rot?"
Nymeria inhaled slightly, remembering the rambling wildling.
Burn me when you're done, he'd pleaded. I don't want to come back.
"We should burn them."
"Lady Mormont's not wrong, My Lord. Fire will do for them. The wildling way."
The Lord Commander remained impassive, despite his furrowed brows. "I want Maester Aemon to examine them first," he said. "You may be a coward, Tarly, but you're not stupid."
Sam looked pleased at that.
"Get them inside."
A few men grabbed the ropes of the sled when someone above called down. "Lord Commander. Maester Aemon awaits you in his chambers. A raven from King's Landing."
He sighed, then glanced at Nymeria. "Come on."
When she was younger, she'd asked about the ravens every time they came from King's Landing, Winterfell or Bear Island.
He knew she'd never admit that she wanted to know if there was any word about her father, or the slaver ship he'd left the country on. Of course, she knew it was a few years too late to hear anything about the ship, but that's not why she cared about the ravens anyway, right?
Regardless, the Lord Commander had begun allowing her to sit in to read those letters when they came. Saved them both the trouble.
A tiny scowl was all that was visible on Nymeria's face as she stood before the crackling flames, though the wheels were turning at a frightening rate behind the stoic expression.
Her grandfather, along with Jon Snow, had been attacked the previous night by one of the bodies from beyond the wall. No one wanted to believe it was wights, but there wasn't much other explanation.
Now, in the middle of the courtyard, they burned.
"They were touched by white walkers," Sam finally said, voicing her thoughts. "That's why they came back. That's why their eyes turned blue. Only fire will stop them."
"How do you know that?" Jon asked.
"The Children Beyond the Wall," Nymeria cited, her voice low, her eyes never leaving the burning bodies.
Sam nodded. "It's a very old book in Maester Aemon's library."
"... what else did the book say?"
"The White Walkers... sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years. And when they wake up..." he trailed off nervously.
"And when they wake up... what?" Pyp prompted, breaking the tense silence.
Nymeria looked up from the fire for the first time. "When they wake up, you pray to every god any man has ever thought up that that Wall is high enough to stop them."
Suffice to say that no one felt safe in their beds that night. And the next morning, Castle Black's new hero was summoned to the Lord Commander's quarters. He didn't have to wait long before the door swung open and Lord Commander Mormont strode in, a purposeful air about him.
He nodded at the bandage wrapped around Jon's hand where he'd burned himself on the lantern that killed the walker the previous night. "When does Aemon think you'll be able to use that hand?"
"Soon, he says," Jon replied, turning to face Lord Mormont as he rounded the opposite side of his desk.
"Good."
From where it leaned against the wall next to the burning hearth, he retrieved a sheathed sword, long and balanced, with a pommel that looked almost to be made of some kind of bone carved into the shape of a snarling animal.
"You'll be ready for this, then." He nodded at the hilt. "I thought a wolf was more appropriate for you than a bear, so I had a new pommel made. It's called Longclaw. Works as well for a wolf as a bear, I think."
He handed it over, and Jon's eyes widened slightly when he pulled it slightly from its sheath. It was beautiful. "This is Valyrian Steel."
The Lord Commander nodded. "Most of the little of it that House Mormont possesses. It was my father's sword... his father's before him. The Mormonts have carried it for five centuries. It was meant for my son... Nymeria's father, Jorah..." he shook his head. "He brought dishonour to our house, but he had the grace to leave the sword before he fled from Westeros."
"My lord, you honour me, but I can't- what of Nymeria? Should such a gift not pass to her?"
"Oh you can, and you will," Jeor told him. "I've spoken to Nymeria on this matter. The sword was her father's, and suffice to say her father is something of a bitter memory to her. I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for you and your beast. She agrees that the sword is yours." He paused in his actions, his eyes looking Jon over almost suspiciously. "You two seem to have grown close."
In another life, he might have rejoiced at that; he quite liked Jon, an honourable young man, one his granddaughter was fond of. Not in this life. In this life, if her truest love lay anywhere else but in the wild and in the wilderness of her own soul, she would find only disappointment and pain.
He pulled himself from his thoughts, clearing his throat. "Attacked by a bloody dead man..." he shook his head. "So, you'll take the sword, and I'll hear no more about it. Is that understood?"
"Yes, my lord," Jon squashed the small smile of pride he could feel threatening his face.
"Right, now don't think this means I approve of this nonsense with you and Alliser Thorne," he said, referring to Jon's attempt at attacking the ranger after being baited by Thorne's insults against Ned Stark. "That's a man's sword; it'll take a man to wield it."
"I'll apologise to Ser Alliser tonight."
"No, you won't. I sent him to King's Landing yesterday. That hand that your wolf tore off that thing's wrist, I've ordered Thorne to lay it at the feet of this... boy king. That should get young Joffrey's attention," he chuckled. "And it puts a thousand leagues between you and Thorne."
Jon couldn't help the small twitch of his lip at that.
"Now go and put your sword somewhere safe and bring me my supper."
He nodded. "Yes, my lord."
All the way down to the Hall he received little congratulations and pats on the back, and when he arrived, the others crowded around him, all vying to get a look. He passed it off, letting them have their way with it for a little while, then spotted Nymeria off in one corner with another man drinking, that little smirk on her face.
She offered a nod as he approached. "Well done then, my lord."
He glanced over at where the others were checking out the sword excitedly, then back at her. "I hear I have you to thank for this."
She shook her head. "No you don't, Snow. You earned it."
He smiled, and a delighted little twinkle flashed through her eyes.
synopsis: jon solidifies his place in the watch and with his friends by threatening a certified jackass. nymeria takes significant enjoyment from poking ser alliser's last nerve.
warnings: oc, castle black (needs its own warning), sparring, bullying, alliser being an ass
word count: 1.4k
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— NYMERIA NIBBLED ON HER BREAD WHILE PALE MORNING LIGHT STREAMED INTO THE HALL. The others across from her bantered back and forth over their theories about wildlings and thenns.
"Reckon you'd need something real nice and sharp to kill a Thenn."
"They don't have any armour," Grenn replied with a scrunched nose.
"Don't matter. Bet those scars are a real somethin to get through."
Nymeria chuckled, shaking her head. "Thenns are no different from the rest. They eat human flesh, but other than that, they're still just people."
Grenn smirked, and Pyp rolled his eyes. Just then, the door opened, and Jon walked in, taking a seat next to Nymeria.
"Where have you been?" Grenn asked.
"Watch duty. With Sam."
"Ah, Prince Porkchop," Pyp joked, earning a look from Nymeria that he didn't see. "Where is he?"
"He wasn't hungry."
"Impossible," he laughed.
Nymeria opened her mouth to speak, but Jon beat her to it. "That's enough."
The other two dropped instantly to silence.
"Sam's no different from the rest of us. There was no place for him in the world, so he's come here. We're not going to hurt him in the training yard anymore. Never again, no matter what Thorne says. He's our brother now and we're going to protect him."
Nymeria smiled a little. He was becoming something of a leader amongst the recruits, and he was doing well at it.
"You are in love, Lord Snow."
Her smile dropped to an expression of irritation as she turned her head to see Rast leering at them.
"You girls can do as you please. But if Thorne puts me up against Lady Piggy, I'm gonna slice me off a side of bacon."
It was late, and the chill of the night was sharp as Jon and a few others, along with Ghost, made their way to the right door from which snores were emerging.
They didn't see the figure waiting for them until he reached for the doorknob, until she stepped from the shadows as though she had simply melted from them.
She looked them over for a long moment before her unreadable face betrayed a touch of amusement. "Don't kill anyone."
Jon blinked in surprise. "You're not going to tell the Lord Commander?"
She offered a tiny, confused smirk. "I don't know what you're talking about, Lord Snow. As long as all recruits are still alive come morning, I was never here."
She gestured at the door, and Jon's lips twitched while he hesitated for half a second before entering. From outside, Nymeria listened to the short exchange with a small smirk before striding silently off towards her own room.
The next morning, she stood off to one side in the training yard, observing as Rast was put against Sam in the middle. Rast stood like a board, nervous eyes darting over to Jon now and again, Jon somehow keeping a straight face the entire time. Sam shuffled, holding his sword in a clumsy manner, clearly confused as to why Rast hadn't attacked yet.
Thorne shot them an irritated look. "What are you waiting for?"
Taking a chance, Sam shoved his blade out towards Rast, who smacked it to the ground with his own, but made no other move against him. After a second, Sam retrieved his sword.
Alliser's face hardened. "Attack him!"
Rast glared at Jon. Still, he only shuffled forward a step and smacked Sam's arm lightly with the flat of his sword.
Nymeria fought down her amusement as Thorne pulled Rast from the ring by his shirt, jabbing a finger at Grenn instead. "You get in there."
"Hit me," Grenn whispered.
Sam looked back at Nymeria and Jon in confusion, but Jon only offered a nod. Nymeria could see him biting back a smile now.
"Go on, hit me."
Sam reached out and struck Grenn's shoulder lightly – wonderful Grenn, who responded immediately by throwing himself dramatically to the ground with a yell.
"I yield!"
Nymeria bit down on her tongue as Jon snickered quietly.
"Yield, yield!"
The second she saw Alliser storming towards Jon though, her expression turned stone cold, and she stepped right into his path, holding his gaze harshly. It wasn't entirely Jon's fault, but she knew Alliser, being unable to lay a hand on her without consequence, would take it out on him in full without hesitation.
Thorne practically shook as he glared past her at Jon. "You think this is funny, do you?" His face contorted furiously as he looked down at Nymeria, apparently deciding against simply shoving her out of his way before he rounded to face the others. "When you're out there beyond the Wall with the sun going down, do you want a man at your back? Or a snivelling boy?"
He stormed off, and Nymeria rolled her eyes. Jon was easily the most talented and capable recruit the Night's Watch had seen in years. Thorne was an idiot for thinking otherwise, and an even bigger idiot for attempting to convince the rest otherwise.
"Back to work!" She called out, sending the others from their frozen positions back to their training.
Nymeria was with her grandfather, discussing the recruits when they heard the horn blast once. Rangers returning. Benjen's lot, perhaps. She hoped so. She wanted to hear what they'd seen after her encounter in the abandoned wildling village.
They emerged into the courtyard just as one of the stewards rushed in, clearly terrified as he led a single, panicking, riderless horse in by the reins.
Nymeria approached quickly, snagging the reins from the boy before he could get trampled. The horse gave a shrill whinny of protest and fear, and she tugged his face down closer, in turn preventing him from rearing and stamping quite so much.
"Shh," she breathed gently, straining to pull the reins into one hand so she could stroke down the animal's neck and cheek with the other. "Shhh, it's alright, love," she murmured.
"That's my uncle Benjen's horse!" A tinge of fear could be heard in Jon's voice as he hurried over.
Nymeria spared him a glance before returning her full attention to the horse. Keeping her hand atop its nose, she pulled its face down, ceasing the panicky jerking and forcing its racing heart to steady. "Shhh, calm now. You're alright."
"Where's my uncle?"
Nymeria knew for a fact that Jon would not be pleased about where he was placed as a sworn brother of the Night's Watch. Alliser, the little shit that he was, wanted Jon assigned to the stewards. She thought that was ridiculous; he was the best fighter, the best rider, the most capable survivor of their new brothers. He was made to be a ranger. Yet the Lord Commander seemed to feel differently.
"Very well then," he'd agreed. "He'll be my personal steward."
And in an instant, Nymeria knew what he was doing. Jon would make an excellent ranger, yes, but he'd make an even better leader. She'd witnessed it in the brief time she'd known him, many times over. He'd be better than someone like Thorne, that was for certain.
There was once a time when Nymeria had dreamt of leading the Night's Watch. She'd be not only the first woman in the Watch, but also the first female Commander. Wouldn't that be something?
But it was only a dream, she knew. The men of the Night's Watch had a hard enough time accepting her as one of them. More than once, earlier on, they'd attempted to frighten her away or simply dispose of her altogether. She knew there was no chance in any of the seven hells they'd follow under her command. They were too stupid and too proud.
This all went through her mind as she sat drinking in the kitchen with Edd, a few other stewards moving through the small space.
"How you stay alive out there is beyond me," he said with some amusement.
She blinked, then laughed. "Should I be offended?"
He shrugged. "You disappear into that head of yours and I don't know where you go. Guessin' it doesn't much matter when the wildlings and the wolves come knocking."
She sighed with a little half-smirk. "Well, I'm not in my head when I'm out there. At least give me that much credit."
"I hate going beyond the Wall."
She scrunched her nose. "You've hardly been. It's not all bad."
"Yeah Nym, I'm sure the wolves are very pretty right before they tear your throat out."
She giggled, raising her mug and he did the same. "Aye, that they are."
synopsis: nymeria leads a ranging party north of the wall with one of her oldest friends and faces a close call.
warnings: oc, castle black (needs its own warning), brief mentions of wildling attacks
word count: 1.7k
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— BY THE TIME THE SUN ROSE, NYMERIA WAS ALREADY STEPPING OUT OF HER DOOR. Snow dusted the walkway that creaked slightly beneath her boot as she made her way towards the courtyard where two stewards were readying the horses. Three other rangers got there just before she did, adding their last-minute supplies to their saddlebags.
Nymeria's hand went unconsciously to her belt, checking for her blades. They crossed over her lower back, the handles sticking out just above her hips. Two vicious-looking daggers with fifteen-inch blades. The last of House Mormont's Valyrian Steel. Her bow and quiver were already on her saddle as she approached, taking the reins from the steward with a nod of thanks.
Koda was a beautiful horse; a big, chocolate-coloured clydesdale stallion with splashes of white. They were strong horses, and ten times faster when carrying something as light as her.
As the others mounted, she glanced around and spotted her grandfather approaching. He looked tired, but he saw her off every time all the same.
He looked between the other rangers, then back at her. "Two weeks. No longer. Benjen's gone further North, but I need to know what's happening in those villages closer to us."
She nodded. "Two weeks."
He pulled her into a hug, and when she pulled back, she flashed a grin, then hoisted herself up into the saddle and took the reins.
She looked over her expedition party. "You all know how this goes. We come out the other side, we're not on our turf anymore. Those are wildling lands. So we stick close, we watch each other's backs and you never, under any circumstances, disobey my orders."
They all nodded in turn.
"Let's go."
The horses clopped heavily down the tunnel to the gate, which slowly lifted to allow them through.
The sun was rising faster now, burning away the thin fog that had gathered at the base of the wall. They kept an easy pace through the woods as they didn't want to tire the horses so soon, making their way in the general direction of the closest wildling village. The last thing Nymeria wanted was to ride into it upfront.
They continued on through the day, stopping whenever they found tracks. Could be wildlings, could be animals. Either way, you could never be too careful. When the sun was beginning to set, that's when they found the tracks that definitely belonged to men - wildlings, by the look of the boot-prints. They were moving Northeast.
Nymeria frowned slightly. These tracks were coming from the direction of the wildling village. There had been reports already of abandoned villages and encampments, and the reckless part of her wanted to barrel forwards right now. If the village was empty, she wanted to know. Maybe they could use it for shelter instead of risking things out here. The rational part of her shut the idea down fast.
She nodded at a cluster of hills just a little ways off. "We'll make camp over there tonight and move in on the wildling village in the morning."
If there were still wildlings there, then they were at a disadvantage in the dark. Their scouts saw far better in the day or the night than anyone on the Wall could. They had to if they were going to survive out here.
They stopped by the hills, picking the best position to hide them from prying eyes and shield them from the wind. They weren't particularly tall hills, but it would do as long as they weren't standing or moving around too much. They could also dig out a hole in the side of one of those hills for their fire to conceal the light and the smoke a little better.
"Lucas, dig there for our fire," she instructed. "Zak, firewood. Blackjack, grab your sword. Do a quick scout south and west of our position. I'll take North and east."
She took her quiver from the saddle, slinging it over her shoulder, then grabbed her bow and headed North. She didn't go too far, not wanting to lose sight of their camp entirely. It was completely dark by the time she'd finished in that direction and went to check the east, and when she was done there, she could just barely see the glow of the campfire the others must have started. She followed it back.
She slid her bow and quiver back to where they belonged on her saddle and grabbed her water for a quick sip. Blackjack reappeared, grabbing his water too.
"Nothing?"
He shook his head. "No animals, no wildlings. I didn't find any tracks either, but it's hard to tell with the snow." He nodded up at the white flakes still falling from above.
She nodded. "We're safe for now then."
They could all hear the unspoken words, though. Keep your guard up out here.
She stepped towards the fire blazing in a nook in the frozen hill and unpinned her black cloak, laying it on the ground just as Lucas and Zak had done. The cloaks they wore out here were heavier than the ones they wore within the walls of Castle Black, and were often used as bedding when rangers didn't want to carry the extra weight of actual bedding on them. She sat on the cloak and took out one of her daggers, fiddling with it boredly as it gleamed in the firelight. Blackjack settled in too, and after a little while of quiet, the boredom seemed too much for them.
"Nymeria," Lucas piped up. "Why don't you tell us the story about the bear?"
She chuckled softly. "I've told that story a thousand times, you ought to know it by heart already."
"Yeah, but no one tells the story of how you beat a snow bear better than you," Zak pointed out.
"I didn't beat it, I just..."
They all turned to her, faces expectant.
She huffed a small laugh of irony. "Alright. It was my second time North of the Wall, though, my third if you count when I left to say my vows before the Weirwood. We weren't expecting any predators larger than a wildling, but I grew up on bear island where, shockingly enough, you see a lot of bears. I was practically shaking. I knew how to scare off a brown bear, but how could I know it would work on a snow bear too? We couldn't outrun it, so as fast as I could, I made my own plan..."
At the crack of dawn, the rangers smothered the fire and filled in the hillside with snow and ice and dirt to cover their tracks at least a little bit. Then they swung back into their saddles and started in the direction of the wildling village. The snow had stopped sometime in the night, leaving their hair and cloaks and saddles only lightly dusted while they munched on some jerky for breakfast.
Nymeria had taken the first watch after her story, and pondered just how different this place was from Bear Island. The Night's Watch was her home now, but she'd always wondered what it would be like to go back.
They stopped before midday, too far back in the trees to actually see the village, but they didn't want to go gallivanting in, announcing themselves. Not if there were still wildlings there. Nymeria never enjoyed killing them, never enjoyed killing at all. They would observe, and that was all, only engaging if it became necessary. They slid from their saddles, gazing off in the direction of the settlement.
"I'll go scout it," Nymeria said. "I'll shoot an arrow into that tree there," she nodded at one to their right with reddish bark. "If it's safe to approach. I'll whistle if it's safe to bring the horses."
Once they nodded, she started off, creeping carefully through the snow and thanking her practically non-existent luck that it was soft and didn't crunch under her boots. She crouched down lower as she neared where the trees thinned to make room for huts and tents, hiding herself behind the dry shrubbery and thick trees.
The closer she got, though, the more sure she was that her theory was right. It was too quiet; no fires burning, no dogs barking, no conversation or even footsteps. Then she got her first look at the place. Nothing moved except for the heavy fabric that was buffeted by the wind, and that wind was the only thing besides the birds that made any sound.
She watched for any sign that it was a trick or a trap, but no; it was just deserted. Tugging off a glove, she slipped two fingers in her mouth and let out a sharp, piercing whistle. Only a moment later, she heard the trotting of horses approaching.
"There's no one here," she told them when they came to a stop. She pulled herself back up into the saddle. "We'll ride through on our way further North. Maybe there's some sign of what drove them off."
"You know what they've been saying," Blackjack spoke up. "White walkers."
She sighed. With all she'd seen beyond the wall, she knew that it wasn't impossible for the white walkers to be more than just a scary bedtime story, but she wasn't about to be taken for a fool either. "I'll believe it's the walkers when I see them."
They rode through the village undisturbed, and continued on until nightfall. They camped out again; scouting, eating, drinking, sleeping. Then continued at dawn once more. This went on for another day and a half before they came to the next village. Deserted.
What in the seven hells is going on?
Three days later, they came to the next one. Deserted... or so it would have seemed.Nymeria was walking through with the other rangers, frowning deeply with thought as she led her horse by the reins. She was too busy thinking about what could have driven all the wildlings away to realise they weren't all gone until she heard the rushed footsteps far too close by.
