"You will not find them" said Ygrette.
"Be quiet" grumbled Jon.
"And it's going to get dark reaaaal soon. What will you do then? Keep walking forwards and pretend you have the slightest idea of where you are going?" the redhead tilted her head to the right, frowning as her captor continued to ignore her.
Stoic and boring he might have been, but Ygrette had to admit, this dark-haired crow did not look half bad. He was more clean-shaven than the wildlings she often hung with and seemed brave. More interestingly though, his black pants clung to a pair of buttocks which the redhead did not mind to watch bounce. They were as large as hers, which was saying something, so soft and woobly Ygrette would have smacked them without a doubt if her arms were not bound. For now.
The redhead's eyes narrowed when they saw a thin white line amongst all the dark clothing which made a crow's uniform. Could those be...did this Jon Snow, this grim warrior, really wear tighty whities? Ygrette bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing out loud. Tighty whities were the kind of underwear spear wives like her wore, not grown men or self-proclaimed warriors. If this Jon Snow had no issue about his choice of undergagements, then he also would have to endure the obvious consequences.
"Hey Crow. What's under there?" asked Ygrette, sliding closer to her captor.
"Under there? Under where?" asked Jon, scanning the vast fields of snows which surrounded them. He expected a group of raiders, or maybe some legendary beast which could try to devour them whole.
In the meantime, Ygrette's free fingers captured Jon's tighty whities "Exactly" she purred into her ear and pulled.
"AHIEEEEE!" Jon squealed as he jumped up, his gleaming sword slipping from his fingers as Ygrette unleashed a wave of snow-like cotton into the cold air. The redhead laughed out loud as she pulled, bouncing up and down so the young man who was now her captive would do the same "STOP! STOP IT!" cried Jon, his constant squirming only serving to make his pants slide down and expose his whole, jiggling booty to the True North.
"Nice butt!" said Ygrette, delivering a backwards pull which sent Jon butt-first into the snow. The Crow was hit by a massive shudder, eyes wide and teeth greeted as an odd, cold fire squeezed his naked behind. He did not notice Ygrette moving closer again, this time to take his tighty whities further up, then release them right on his nose "Now, be a good crow and wait here while I deal with my bindings. Then we will begin the real fun!"
Despite the cold, Jon's whole body burnt red as his brian finally processed just what had happened. A single wildling woman, someone who should have been her prisioner, had given him an atomic wedgie. And like those Sansa used to give him, it hurt a LOT! Jon staggered up, grunting and cursing through gritted teeth as he tried to tug wet fabric from his face and get melting snow out of his crack. By the time he finally freed his eyes, Ygrette was nowhere to be seen.
"I can't let her go and alert the wildling army" Jon adjusted his pants again, blushing as a long tail of cotton still flowed out of them "I have to find her!"
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