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[thequitecontrary]

Who: Mary Crawley and Jon Snow
When: After the power plant outage
Where: Around Draega
What: Influence prompt "Baby Light My Fire"
Warnings: None


Mary hadn't initially dealt with the power outage, but in the wake of so many people being without light or heat, she's offered her Craft services - as mediocre as she thinks they might be. Her greatest worry is setting someone's house on fire and causing an even bigger problem. As such, she's worked on this particular bit of craft and she thinks she has it down. Mary knows that she's a good person for this job. Her jewel is particularly powerful, which means that she'll be able to light more lamps without tiring easily.

Jon Snow has decided to come along with her, perhaps to help or perhaps as a bodyguard. Mary's glad to have him. There's unrest between the Blood and landens after the death of Councilwoman Vera. While Mary has gotten particularly good at defensive shields, she'll still take all the protection that she can get.

They meet outside the Queen's residence and begin their walk into town. "I've been practicing this spell, so I'm hoping that there won't be any mishaps," she tells him.

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[song_of_ice]

She was right in that. These gestures might mean something to some of the city and at least show their genuine intentions, but Westeros was never kind and he knew that good deeds never went unpunished in some way. This likely wouldn't be enough to stop suspicion, but there would be someone who knew their kindness.

He's surprised by the request, glancing at her curiously. "I'm from Westeros. The North, specifically...that's what it's called. The North." Which likely wasn't very original, but it was straightforward, like most Northerners.

[thequitecontrary]

"Oh," she replies, surprised at the seemingly obvious name. "Was it very like here or were things different? Did you have lamps that were lit by electric power?"

Her guess is no, since he did not know what a typewriter even was. It's kind of fascinating to her that he would come from an entirely different world, one she's never heard of, that still seems similar to her own world in the past.

[song_of_ice]

"No, it's nothing like this. We use candles and fire." Which wasn't as convenient as electricity, but he understood it and it was familiar. "We have castles and keeps. Men use swords instead of Craft." And the only magic that he knew existed was wielded by a select few or was present in beings returned to Westeros.

"Was your world like this?" She seemed more comfortable here, but that could be because of similar technology or having been here longer than he was. He'd believe either one.

[thequitecontrary]

"Quite similar," she says, "though without the Craft. Magic does not exist where I come from." She's pretty firm on that, being that she's never seen it before. "The place you come from sounds similar to the way my home used to be, in the past. Being here must take some getting used to for you." If she had suddenly been thrust several hundred years in the future it would certainly take her some time to grow accustomed to her surroundings.

[song_of_ice]

"I don't think I will get used to it very quickly." There were too many other elements that he had to absorb and accept, magic being the main factor. The electricity was small in comparison to the jewels and the power they supposedly possessed now. Truth be told, he didn't feel very different, but that meant little. "This world is similar to yours?"

[thequitecontrary]

"The sort of technology they have is similar, though we do not have Craft." That so far has been the biggest learning curve here for her, especially with possessing such a powerful jewel.

They arrive at the first house and Mary smiles at the occupant as they state their purpose. Fortunately, they're let in and Mary is led to the darkened lamps in the sitting room. She raises her hands to one of the lamps, almost as if she's being warmed by it. Slowly, a glow starts to emit from the dark bulb until it's completely lit.

Mary grins at Jon. "Quite incredible, isn't it?"