THE SEA WITCH :: GoT Open

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She made her home on the Iron Islands, away from all the silly fighting over a simple thing such as the Iron Throne. Didn't anybody realize that it was just an ornate chair? Just a seat, nothing special. It would eventually rust away to nothing, perhaps get swallowed by the sea. That's what Daveene Fyn thought, at least.

The girl was young, perhaps fifteen years of age barely, though she seemed wise beyond her years. The Sea Witch, they called her. Not an ugly hag that lived on a cliff-side, withered and shrunken, but a petite beauty. Her hair was black as a raven's feathers, her eyes just as dark. Everything about her was small. She didn't seem terribly intimidating, yet no one chose to bother her where she lived by the sea. She could see Pike from her small cottage, where the House Greyjoy reigned. The rumors of the young heir had not escaped her. He'd tamed the Kracken- that was something special.

Daveene hummed as she peered out of her small window. The air was especially salty today and dark clouds were rolling in overhead. A storm to shake up the sea. The Sea Witch smiled and ran her fingers over a small string of shells around her neck.

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( Go ahead )

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As predicted, a storm did come. And it was a storm for the ages. Lightening blinded anyone looking, the thunder loud enough to rattle bones. The winds blew as if they were determined to knock down the very buildings upon the isles, and the water bucked, kicked, and crashed as if it were being shakes violently in a bucket by some unseen hands.

In the midst of this chaotic and raging tempest, out in the water a figure could very vaguely be seen through he unrelenting sheets of rain. It appeared to be a small boat being kicked and thrown all about by the unforgiving waters, some Individual holding on or dear life as the boat was battered about like a play toy

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Daveene had been busy pulling the shutters of her window closed, to keep the floor from getting too wet, when she spied the tiny boat in the water. Poor fool, must have had a death wish to be caught in a storm in /that/.

The Sea Witch watched for a few moments, her dark eyes following the boat everywhere it was thrown.

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The boat was sometimes tossed high Ito the air to land with a solid wham that was lost in the roar of the storm, while other times it would get hit by a wave almost as if it were to be sunk. But the figure held on stubbornly until finally, a huge wave threw the boat and the figure far and as it came down, the boat smashed to prices and the person was thrown into the black depths.

But the person was not dead, as their silhouette of a head could be seen above the waters as the figure swam against the raging waters. Soggily they swam on, sometimes being lost behind a wave or suddenly submerging, only to break surface gain. Finally, the ignite made a lucky break and reached the shore.
Of her island.

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A tiny smile curled her lips as she watched the stubborn individual make it to shore. Most would have been lost long before that. Perhaps this person was favored by the Drowned God, and that is why they were allowed to live. Daveene closed the shutters and stepped away from the window, her seashell necklace clattering quietly. The girl wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and strode over to the door, opening it just as lightning streaked across the sky.

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The story's onslaught continued as the person dragged themselves onto the shore, climbing up despite the slippery effect the rain was causing on the rocks. Continuing up, the figure made their way over to a small rocky alcove that was only slightly better off from the rain,huddling there and looking up at the building. Where was this? They thought

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Daveene examined the figure, tilting her head slightly as she stepped out into the storm.

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The figure was curled up, to preserve wath as the storm raged. However, the nearer she got, the figure eventually spotted her from its sudden jerk and turn in her general direction. Whoever it was, they knew she was coming but didn't know what to make of her

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"I'm surprised you're still alive," The Sea Witch chuckled softly, looking down at him.

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The man, and it was obviously a man now, looked up at her and stood. He was tall, that was for sure, with pitch black hair, but his facial features were hard to see in the storm. "Yeah, well, when you're born at sea, you learn how to live at sea, crazy as it is." He says over the storm. "Who are you?"

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She smiled, her teeth surprisingly white against her face, "Daveene Fyn. I live in that wee little cottage right there," She pointed back at her home, "Just me and me alone."

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The man chuckled deeply. "If that's a wee cottage, than I'd love to see your definition of a house." He replied. "I'm guessing you saw me getting flipped like a fish out of water in the storm then." He mused

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"Aye, I did," Daveene nodded and the shells around her neck clinked.

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They sand tere silently for a while before the man shrugs. "So, you come here to chat in the rain or did you need somethig? Is it about me trespassing?" He asks, amusement clear in his voice

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"Actually, I was going to offer you shelter from the storm," The Sea Witch told him, gesturing for him to follow.

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The man is silent for a while but chuckles. "Alright. Thank you." He says, following after her.

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The Sea Witch hummed and walked across the shore to her cottage, pushing the door open. She rarely ever locked it, since she was so secluded.

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Finally, out of the storm, the man's features could fully be seen. He was handsome in a rugged sense. His black hair was matted down from the rain, short but long enough to currently get in his eyes. His eyes were a stormy greyish color like the very storm they had exited, though a long vertical scar ran down his right eye, but didn't render his eye blind. He had a bit of a beard, not peach-fuz, but one that looked like he clipped it with a blade (Kinda like a short boxed beard). He looked around and then at Daveene. "Cozy. Bigger than the few cottages I've seen. those can barely fit two people."