I'd seen her talking to a friend at the campus bar and used it as an excuse to approach her and get the ball rolling. She was so shy and lacking in co...fidence, I didn't need to ask, I knew she was a virgin. In fact, asking was the last thing I was about to do. The plan was to plead ignorance. I look back on it now and feel really bad, but I can't say I regret it – I savoured every moment of it, especially the dishonest way I got what I wanted. It was bar night again the night I met her and I. Although Grif and Tara had been there hundreds of times before, and once dreamt of the same thing on a smaller scale, the spot still moved them. Now satisfied that everything was to be as she wished, Sheila herded everyone aboard the Caravan so that they could meet the Park Ranger in Bettles for the permit. One stipulation was that they build a Ranger station close by to keep tabs on the operation. Other than that it was pretty much whatever Sheila and Tracy wanted that didn't pollute or poison. I sigh and keep looking out his window. Something about it brought forth a memory. A very distant memory. I blocked it out. The last thing I wanted was to get mad at dad right now. With a shaky sigh, I hear the door to the restroom open. Moments later dad wraps his arms around me from behind. I lean back against him. As I look up, I notice the distant look on his face. He hugs me tighter, making me feel his fresh, wet skin. "Promise me," he starts, his voice a tender but serious whisper,. Fitting then that they kept themselves in Winterfell the coldest place this side of the wall.As the keep's farmers and smiths kept up their work, seemingly oblivious to the cold, a cloaked figure moved unnoticed by the townspeople and moved discretely but shivering through the marketplace. The figure, unlike those surrounding it was not used to the cold, since it had undertaken the long journey to Winterfell every day for them it had felt like they were going to die. Like they were heading into.