"Stop your screaming," Ygritte mutters, burrowing deeper. For all the time she's spent in the sun, her instincts seem to have kicked back in the moment the first icy wind licked her cheek. "For the love o'all that is holy, let me sleep."
Despite her plea otherwise, Ygritte does crack an eye open to make sure Brooke isn't bleeding or otherwise impaired. "What?"
Brooke seizes the outermost blanket and tugs, exposing the rest of Ygritte to the air. "Well, it's snowing," she says, shaking the edge of the blanket. "And we're in a tent, which is not where I fell asleep last night."
"Oh, damn you," Ygritte says darkly, but sits up. She's about to tell Brooke that it's likely just a trick of the weather again, but sticks her head out the tent flap just to be sure. A small, crystalline snowflake falls on her upturned cheek.
"It's Winter," she says, a bit dumbly. "I do not know how it could have happened, but we are Beyond the Wall."
"We're beyond a hell of a lot more than a wall, Ygritte," said Brooke, appearing at her side and clutching her arm in the same instant. "This isn't the island at all, is it?"
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Despite her plea otherwise, Ygritte does crack an eye open to make sure Brooke isn't bleeding or otherwise impaired. "What?"
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"It's Winter," she says, a bit dumbly. "I do not know how it could have happened, but we are Beyond the Wall."
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