There were stories about the Children of the Forest and the land that Westeros had been before the First men. It sounded like a wild and untamed place, similar to this world, as green, beautiful and dangerous. There was even a magic in this place, nothing like the stories or what Jenny had seen from her woods witch, but it was as mysterious and tantalizing.
While that feeling of awe subsides a little, it doesn't completely disappear. To try and keep her wonder, Jenny ventures out each day to explore. The woods are wide and the creatures are different than anything she had seen before. Some obviously threatening, but most she comes across are soft and gentle. They shy away at her approach, only one staying in place and staring at her with the same inquisitive expression.
Truth be told, it's a bit hideous, but that's never stopped her interest before. There's something about the creature she recognizes, something between a dog and some sort of reptile, maybe something close to the Neck. She offered a bit of her bread to it, holding out her hand as it came closer.
"There now. You're not afraid, are you?" She smiled, running her hand over its back. It didn't even scamper when another person came through the brush, trampling over branches and dead leaves. "Brave creatures. Have you ever seen anything like this before? I don't even know what to call it?"
III. A Quick Swim
The springs are beautiful and warm, more than what Jenny expected after her arrival. The waters in the fountain had been cold and as clean as the river seemed, it was nothing like this. As nice as those pipes and running water could be, it was nothing compared to the natural world. A warm pool, hidden among the forest where there is a certain hush that lets you believe you rest in the heart of the world.
She stripped off the scrubs, dirtied and ripped from her trampling in the woods. Her boots had been left behind long ago, her feet dark from mud and soil. The water was sweet against her skin, a song that made her hum with delight. She leaned her head back against the stones, her hair falling against her shoulders in soft curls.
This was a public place and there would be others coming along soon enough, but the idea didn't disturb her. She wouldn't trade this feeling for modesty for anything.
Jenny of Oldstones | Fandom OC (ASOIAF)
There were stories about the Children of the Forest and the land that Westeros had been before the First men. It sounded like a wild and untamed place, similar to this world, as green, beautiful and dangerous. There was even a magic in this place, nothing like the stories or what Jenny had seen from her woods witch, but it was as mysterious and tantalizing.
While that feeling of awe subsides a little, it doesn't completely disappear. To try and keep her wonder, Jenny ventures out each day to explore. The woods are wide and the creatures are different than anything she had seen before. Some obviously threatening, but most she comes across are soft and gentle. They shy away at her approach, only one staying in place and staring at her with the same inquisitive expression.
Truth be told, it's a bit hideous, but that's never stopped her interest before. There's something about the creature she recognizes, something between a dog and some sort of reptile, maybe something close to the Neck. She offered a bit of her bread to it, holding out her hand as it came closer.
"There now. You're not afraid, are you?" She smiled, running her hand over its back. It didn't even scamper when another person came through the brush, trampling over branches and dead leaves. "Brave creatures. Have you ever seen anything like this before? I don't even know what to call it?"
III. A Quick Swim
The springs are beautiful and warm, more than what Jenny expected after her arrival. The waters in the fountain had been cold and as clean as the river seemed, it was nothing like this. As nice as those pipes and running water could be, it was nothing compared to the natural world. A warm pool, hidden among the forest where there is a certain hush that lets you believe you rest in the heart of the world.
She stripped off the scrubs, dirtied and ripped from her trampling in the woods. Her boots had been left behind long ago, her feet dark from mud and soil. The water was sweet against her skin, a song that made her hum with delight. She leaned her head back against the stones, her hair falling against her shoulders in soft curls.
This was a public place and there would be others coming along soon enough, but the idea didn't disturb her. She wouldn't trade this feeling for modesty for anything.