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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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His ability with his jewel was still shaky, despite the success he managed when he broke the shields at the power plant. Magic itself was still uncertain for him, but seeing others use theirs for good (and not for sacrifice to the Lord of Light). Mary had been in this world longer and it seemed her jewel was more powerful. If he wanted to understand how to use his, it was better to learn from someone that seemed to know more.

Beyond that, it still was not safe in the city and while Mary had her Craft, he didn't want to leave anything to chance, volunteering to follow her on this mission.

"You probably will have more luck than me." He smiled at her. "How many houses did you agree to visit?"

"Ten," she replies. "I think any more than that might exhaust me." She's noticed that she has a limited amount of energy for the Craft. After using it for a while she finds that she gets very tired.

They start to walk towards town. "Thank you for offering to come with me," Mary continues. "I appreciate your protection. So far this world has been quite unpredictable."

Too many attacks have left Mary feeling vulnerable, even with her jewel.

It was still more than he imagined he could manage...if he knew how to even do these spells. He could at least be useful by looking after her as she moved from one home to another. "If it becomes too much, I can try to help."

He nodded, unsure if he was really any help. Craft made his sword rather useless, so long as someone knew how to wield the power. But she seemed to take genuine comfort from his presence and that was rather gratifying. "Aye, this city has become more violent since the attack on the councilwoman. No one should be moving about alone."

Jon is much bigger than her though. Sometimes it's about pure intimidation. Since they're more likely to get attacked by landen or guild members than Blood, his sword might actually be useful.

"It was violent even before then, but people have become more brazen," Mary says. "It feels as though this world is falling apart."

And Mary isn't sure if she can throw her support behind the Queen. She's not sure if the woman is a strong enough leader.

It's not a surprise to hear that the world had been violent before he even arrived. Given the rigid hierarchy (so like his world), it made sense that there would be fighting. It seemed to be what people did when they had power and too much time.

"The Landen have been made into monsters by the Blood." They reminded him of the Freefolk in a way, targeted and killed because the real enemy was forgotten. "These sort of grudges aren't easy to mend." And his experience in trying to bridge the gap showed him it couldn't be forced.

"I wonder how long it is until we're targeted as well? Strangers don't fare well in war."

"We may be seen as interlopers," Mary agrees. "It's why I think that acts of goodwill such as this will be beneficial to our cause in the future." Until she can get a better lay of the land, she's not completely declaring loyalty to one side yet.

"Will you tell me about where you're from?" she asks. She knows from previous conversation that it's nothing like her world. It's perhaps closer to what her world was like in the Middle Ages.

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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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?"

"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?"

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