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[HEFZY]

Traveling alone was not a very good idea for a lady, for anyone actually. With the whispers of wars within the brothels and the growing tension between fractions, a carelessly said word could easily bring anyone to their end, let alone being caught trying to help the northern folks in their little rebelion, but Hefzy had little to lose. If anything, her head already had a price since a very long while ago, since she was born, and if she was going to die, at least she was going to do it under her own terms and not because of someone else’s foolish aspirations.of power.
Years had been kind with her, and the never ending miles walking through the woods, all those hunting trips and the cunning it took to survive on her own, turned her into a gift to the sight. Yes, she was young, fragile looking even, but she had the kind of wildness that keep people going against all odds.
Hefzy spent a great deal of her time hunting, both animals and people, not intending to murder, but rather trying to stay alive herself. There was some blood within her hands at such a young age, she couldn’t deny so, but none of it comming from any other source than deffending herself.
Today was not the exception. Hefzy was hungry, and she could hear her stomach demanding a meal. It had been a couple days since she last hunted and apples didn’t seem to be enough anymore. Knife on hand, she kept wandering around the woods, intending to find her next meal.
Sooner than later though, a wrong turn here and another one there, led her to a path she was not familiar with. Hefzy wasn’t worried about it, but spending the night in some unknown part of the woods was not an idea she liked. Not whilst wearing this stupid lady like dress at least. More often than what she would have liked, Hefzy wished she had something else o wear, besides the clothes she had when she decided to flee kings landing.
A sudden noice caught her attention and the hunter inside of her woke up. She could feel that funny rush inside of her. Anticipation maybe, plain hunger, most likely. Truth to be told, she was dissapointed when she discovered the source. He looked nothing like her dinner.
“That’s not the kind of things you just do in front of a Lady, milord” Hefzy replied harshly, but with a genuine smile on her face, well prepared to deffend herself again but also toying with the idea of finally having some company.

 

[MrBrown]

His butt was killing with each step his horse took. He had been riding for hours, ever since he left the shady tavern and now he was heading... well he didn't really know where he was headed. It had been a week since his father gave him a horse, shield and sword and just enough coins to last a week, which were all gone now. Rohar Snow, like the name gave away, was the bastard son if a distant cousin to Great Jon Umber.

For years he had lived with his family, enjoying the goof comforts the noble life brought while at the same time training with the master at arms, he was still and Umber after all. But now, his father had had a child, a son, so he no longer needed Rohar's presence, he now had another way, a more legitimate way, to guarantee his name. So he sent Rohar away which led to the present moment.

"I got to take a piss..." He commented, not to anyone in particular, more to himself than anything else. Rohar thought a few more days and he would be talking to his horse. He stopped by next to a tree and dismounted, the animal staying put waiting for him. He took out his sword and shield and placed them next to him, you never know when something or someone might jump you, it's wise having your weapons nearby. Rohar faced the tree and started doing his business, releasing a sigh of relief, he had drunk too much beer the night before.

Before he knew it, his horse bolted, scared of something Rohar couldn't see. In his defense, he could only see bark right now. Then, quickly after he heard a voice. "Shit..." He whispered to himself as he turned his neck around to see who was there. When his eyes fell upon the new arrival he took another sigh of relief. From the state of her clothing he could tell she was no lady or royalty. "I'm no Lord, and you are no Lady." He answered back, burping after. "Why don't you keep walking, you've caused enough trouble as it is, scared off my goddam horse."

 

[HEFZY]

Hefzy gasped, pretending to be utterly offended, even though she was in fact, rather amused "You might be no Lord, of that i am now sure" She said lifting her eyebrow with a half smile, revealing white teeth "But i am fairly sure of who i am" The lass took a good look at him, shamelesly staring at him "As for your horse, it can't be that far away from here, i am not that scary"

She lifted her hands as some sort of white flag "but what do i know, i've only spent a couple months on these woods" Hefzy took a step closer and pointed to the knife hidden on her clothing "You, on the other side, mi'lord..." The maiden stopped herself, nibbling her lower lip in a playful manner "you don't seem to be very familiar with your surroundings"

As far as she could throw him, he was either a runaway, which was fairly common those days, due to all the politic crap boiling on every single city, and the growing fractions fighting here and there; or a loner heading somewhere; the wall, perhaps. And if she was lucky enough, some sort of mercenary, in which case she could take advantage offering some gold in exchange of protection, or plain company if aything; gold that naturally, she didn't have.

"Pardon my manners, or lack of them for the matter" A deep bow followed her words, sarcastic, mocking even; the lass was obviously having fun. He was the first man she saw in months, well...he was actually the first person that she saw in general, man or woman, since she decided to flee "My name is Hefzyba Bara..." The words left her mouth almost with life on their own "Hefzy Waters" She corrected herself soon enough, unwillingly accepting her bastard status.

 

[MrBrown]

Rohar fixed his pants before turning to face the new arrival. She was beautiful, a grown woman no doubt, and he allowed his eyes to wander her figure no longer than what was deemed decent before reaching for his shield and sword. "In this part of the country walking alone it doesn't matter who you are. You can be a whore for all I care."

His eyes followed her movement to the dagger, ignoring whatever suggestion she was trying to make. Not because he thought he was better than her, subtle messages and reading between the lines wasn't Rohar's expertise. "These woods are strange to me. I come from even more up North, from the Last Hearth".

He moved from his position, walking towards her but circling around her. When and if he had her back to him he would let his eyes fall to her rear, he was a man after all. Rohar released a small laugh when he heard her name. "Well, look at that, two bastards meeting in the woods. My name is Rohar Snow." Before continuing he spit towards the ground. "And what are you, Hefzy Waters, doing here? So far away from the Riverlands".

 

[HEFZY]

Her eyes sparkled at the mention of the North, even though odds were that he was not heading to the same direction. Hefzy knew that her chances not only for survival but for success, increased a fair share if she had company, and so she had to keep him, or better said, she had to convince him to follow her. " Two bastards indeed" She smiled gently, almost seductive "There ain't no bright future for us aye?"

Hefzy Waters. She didn't like the sound of that last name, but she had little option but to stick with it, until it was safe to say otherwise, at least "Kings landing" Hefzy corrected. "My mother is from the Riverlands but i was born and raised in Kings landing" She explained, perhaps a little too much for a random meeting.

"And...where are you heading to?" She asked, carefully placing hand on the man's chest, only to take it off within seconds "Not so far it seems, unless we get your horse back first, right?" The lass winked playfully, and turned around, walking off in search of the currently missing animal. Her steps were graceful, almost some sort of silent swift dance, and it didn't take long for her to find the pathway the horse decided to follow.

 

[MrBrown]

Rohar didn't answer her comment about the future. He could tell she was joking, most likely, but he still had a few plans for himself, but first, he needed to get away from the Last Hearth. He raised his eyebrow at Hefzy when she told him her lineage, spitting to his side again. "You could be a Tyrell for all I care, as long as you aren't a Lannister." It was true he had been raised in a noble house but due to his bastard status he was never taught the noble way, per say.

He looked at her hand and then back at her when she placed it on his chest. Rohar noticed Hefzy didn't answer his initial question of her purpose so far from home. "You still didn't tell me what are you doing here." Another spit. "Oh, and you're helping me now?" He said, hand on the sword as he followed a few steps behind. He honestly didn't care about the horse, as long as he had his legs he could still keep going, he just didn't like the idea of giving this woman his back.

His footsteps were heavy in comparison to Hefzy's, Rohar possessing a warrior's build and stature. He noticed the tracks the horse had taken in its fear, he wasn't sure just how far it had gone.

 

[HEFZY]

"I'd rather slicing my own throat with a rusty knife a thousand times before calling myself a Lannister" She growled, for the first time displaying genuine annoyance. The mere mention of the lions made her turn her hands into fists, and Hefzy didn't even realize it. However, her sudden rage only lasted a few seconds, before calm kicked in, and she could catch a grasp of herself.

"I am heading to the North, got some business there i'd like to sort out" The lass replied unwillingly.

"And yes, i want to help you, unless you want to get rid of my company" Trying to ease the air, Hefzy turned around with a rather teasing smik "Am i such a terrible sight for your eyes to avoid me or something, Snow?" No, she wasn't. Not for most men at least, and Hefzy knew it very well.

"Mom didn't give you enough love when you were a child? Or there's another particular reason for you to be so harsh with women that offer you gentle touch?" If Hefzy wanted to be a lady, apparently, it wasn't working quite well. There was something about this man, that made her uneasy. It was not an unpleasant feeling at all though "Or is it that women lack certain qualities you like?"

 

[MrBrown]

Rohar didn't say anything else regarding the Lannisters, he noticed how Hefzy reacted to them. However, he made a mental note regarding her reaction. If push came to shove, he knew how to get on her nerves and, these days, that was almost as important as knowing how to fight and protect yourself. He looked to the side to spit again.

"Not for my eyes no. You might be for my head". He answered, his eyes locked on her, his face shut and stone-like. "I apologize if I don't simply trust strangers I met in the middle of the woods." Despite everything, Rohar kept following her, always keeping a few steps between them. "If you want to touch me, you'll need to find a warm bed... Unless you like doing it on the cold snow." He spat back, spitting yet another time.

Suddenly, Rohar heard a singing voice in the distance. He looked Hefzy in the eyes, lifting his finger to his lips signaling to be quiet. He didn't know where exactly in the North he was. They could be Glovers if they were lucky, or Boltons if they weren't. He took small steps closer to Hefzy, stopping next to her and looking around, trying to spot however it was that was singing. He couldn't identify the song yet, the voices too far away.