|Rey (rskywalker) wrote in themandalay,|
@ 2017-12-10 20:20:00
|Entry tags:||rey, robb stark|
WHO: Rey and Robb Stark
WHEN: 10th December, Aftermoon
WHERE: Millennium Falcon Crew Quarters
SUMMARY: Being able to communicate with Grey Wind, Robb has started learning to warg. Rey is...understandably concerned.
The Falcon was a spaceship, and, as such, it was built to withstand a certain amount of electrical interference. Storms, currents, even the occasional direct strike weren't going to harm it all that much. Several direct, sustained strikes however? Well they had done a number. Nothing that couldn't be fixed, Rey had removed the power cells the moment things began to look dicey to stop them from overloading. Most of the damage could be repaired, even with the limited technology of this time period. A copper rod was still a copper rod. Still, it was tiring work.
Rey stumbled into the crew quarters, more tired than she'd realized, and more than a little covered in grease and soot from the repairs. A rest, that's what she needed. Maybe in the actual bunk for once. The hammocks were softer, but she didn't like the idea of coating the thing in the same junk that coated her.
One of the hammock's was occupied. Normally, that wouldn't have been cause for concern. So Robb was taking an afternoon nap. Odd, but not a crime. What was worrying was the fact that he was there, and Grew Wind was not. The massive direwolf always slept directly beneath him and for him to be absent...dread flooded through her for reasons she couldn't have put words to. If the wolf wasn't there...
"Robb?!" She was over to the hammock in half a stride, reaching to shake him.