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[ladyistcrap]

Night blankets the villages south of the wall. While the pacifistic Gagarians are huddling around what may be the last bowls they'll ever smoke, the Hildnr are preparing to march and ride out in force come the dawn. Thankfully, you're far enough north that the nights are a hell of a lot longer than normal. Looks like you have about fourteen hours to kill.

You'll probably want to make a stop at the armory to get equipped, at some point, but there's also a fair amount of feasting happening where a bard is telling tales of the Hildnr's victorious history. The Blood Queen is in attendance, accepting oaths and blessing the warriors.

Of course, if what you'd rather do is train, the training yards are open, and there's a small barracks hall that's been outfittedwith clean furs and a roaring fire so you can rest before unleashing your bloodlust. Thoughtful!

Just don't forget: you still gotta find the blood champion, save the helpless stoner fratboys, and make it over that fuckhuge wall before lunchtime tomorrow.

Comments

[inenochian]

...To become your friend. [ instead of being written off as a Chick. ]

[sawedoff]

I have friends with boobs-

[SO MANY. oh my god so defensive. don't ask him to name them. what, it's like... charlie. and you could count hel if you're talking tumba. can you list them as a friend if you're banging them? is that like listing family as a reference on a resume?]

[slows to a stop as he starts to sort through the implications, turning to face him with the confused finger raise]

Wait, no. Hang up. Are you saying what I think you're saying?

[inenochian]

[ they only count if you were friends with them for a period of no less than one month before the banging commenced. ]

[ stops walking a few steps later and turns around to look at him. ]

...I doubt it? [ cas means that dean would have had difficulty valuing her efforts, opinions, and skills in the same way. which is part of what dean is getting at, true, but not the full monty. ]

[sawedoff]

[awkward faltering half-smile of disbelief as he slowly lowers accusation finger]

...Yeah.

[yeah he doubts it too. wipes a hand over his mouth to try and recover some lost footing after he screwed that leap up, starting up past him again.]

Doesn't matter what your junk is to me now, Cas, and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have given two craps then, either. Can we maybe drop it?

[yes? thanks]

[inenochian]

[ doesn't necessarily believe dean's declaration that she would have been an exception to a lifelong pattern of behavior, but it's still a bit flattering that he'd say so. ]

As you say, Dean.

[ picks up feet and gets moving again. ]