"And no one wants a distraction?" It's hard to look at this world and not see previous patterns, hard to stifle the gut reaction of wondering who has something to gain by turning the natives - from both cities - and the refugees against each other. Wanda supposes she'll find out eventually. They are men, not machines, and they can't hide their true selves from her. "It sounds like something must have happened." Or someone made something happen.
Just like Sokovia. Strange, to have come all this way and still find herself confronting a variation on the same basic problem.
"I found my brother," she says as she starts trying to work the knots out of her hair. "And some other people from my world." Thank goodness she'd been able to get most of the mud off her clothes earlier. If she can get her hair looking a little more presentable, Wanda might just be able to pass as a traveler who had nothing whatsoever to do with the ships they shot down.
There's just the not-so-small problem of red and black being Wyver's colors, but it's too late to do anything about that now. "I hope this works. I can think of other ways to get in, but this is best. Less trouble."
"I think you are right. There was an outbreak of plague in Olympia, an attack against the populace. We had to evacuate the city and Wyver opened its gates to us, allowing us to stay there. Even with Olympians in their city, there wasn't this level of hostility or anger."
He frowned, trying to think back. "It didn't start again until after the plague passed and we could return to Olympia. There was a ball with games and contests. We were asked to wear certain colors, I didn't know then, but it was declaring for one kingdom or the other. Afterwards, if you wore opposing colors, that other kingdom treated you with suspicion."
She at least had saved her family and friends from the Storm. That would at least be a comfort for her, even if she was alone right now. "They will wake soon." He hoped, at least.
He slipped off his cloak, draping it over her shoulders to help cover the colors. "Pull it tight." He murmured to her, approaching the guards and held out a small coin purse. "My sister finally found the means to travel. She will be under my watch and care. Let us pass?" The guard looked down at the money and then over at Wanda, watching her for a moment, waiting to see if she said anything or stepped out of line.
Clearly something is going on behind the scenes, but there will be time to worry about the internal politics of Olympia and Wyver later. For now, she needs to focus on getting in, hopefully without having to hex someone into next week.
So she does as Jon has instructed, very mindful that she can't say anything at all if they intend to keep up the ruse. Their accents don't match, and it would be hard to convince someone that they're from the same place. Better to pretend that she is just very shy and give the guard a small smile. Hopefully he won't ask too many questions.
The smile seems to be enough, as well as the shy disposition. While the guard wasn't as charmed as he might normally have been, he was placated enough to give a rough nod and step aside from the gate. There was a muttered insult, something about "outsider", but put into crude terms. Jon quickly ushered Wanda through, bristling at the insult to her.
Once they were through, he stopped to glance back towards the now closed gate. "Let me take you to the housing that's been provided? You will be able to stay there for a few days until you find a job and a way to earn coin. You should keep the cloak on for now. You're wearing Wyver colors and Olympians are hostile to that kingdom. It might cause more trouble."
Wanda manages to keep a mostly neutral expression. It's still a tiny improvement. She's been called a lot worse and at least no one's disputing her basic humanity. But they still haven't seen what she can do yet. Time will tell if either city is as open-minded as the Natha claimed.
She can handle having to hide some of her abilities. She can take the namecalling. But having to hide something as personal as her colors - this is what finally makes her bristle in indignation. "They're my colors. I don't have anything else." But as upset as it makes her, Wanda knows better than to take the cloak off and blow her cover as his 'sister' this soon after being allowed in. "You are sure there will still be housing after all of this?"
"I know," he said, picturing how Daenerys would respond to that statement. It would be the same reaction and just as justified. "It's only until tensions die down and only if you choose to stay in Olympia for now. I don't know what's happening, but these things didn't matter as much before."
He nodded, turning to watch as another guard passed him. His eyes were fixed on the pair of them, holding on Wanda's unfamiliar face. Jon's hand wrapped around the pommel of his sword, tense and ready. They might be in the city, but there was still no guarantee there wouldn't be trouble. "There is. I have already helped a few others find where they are to stay. There has always been housing provided for us, until we can pay for a place of our own."
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Just like Sokovia. Strange, to have come all this way and still find herself confronting a variation on the same basic problem.
"I found my brother," she says as she starts trying to work the knots out of her hair. "And some other people from my world." Thank goodness she'd been able to get most of the mud off her clothes earlier. If she can get her hair looking a little more presentable, Wanda might just be able to pass as a traveler who had nothing whatsoever to do with the ships they shot down.
There's just the not-so-small problem of red and black being Wyver's colors, but it's too late to do anything about that now. "I hope this works. I can think of other ways to get in, but this is best. Less trouble."
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He frowned, trying to think back. "It didn't start again until after the plague passed and we could return to Olympia. There was a ball with games and contests. We were asked to wear certain colors, I didn't know then, but it was declaring for one kingdom or the other. Afterwards, if you wore opposing colors, that other kingdom treated you with suspicion."
She at least had saved her family and friends from the Storm. That would at least be a comfort for her, even if she was alone right now. "They will wake soon." He hoped, at least.
He slipped off his cloak, draping it over her shoulders to help cover the colors. "Pull it tight." He murmured to her, approaching the guards and held out a small coin purse. "My sister finally found the means to travel. She will be under my watch and care. Let us pass?" The guard looked down at the money and then over at Wanda, watching her for a moment, waiting to see if she said anything or stepped out of line.
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So she does as Jon has instructed, very mindful that she can't say anything at all if they intend to keep up the ruse. Their accents don't match, and it would be hard to convince someone that they're from the same place. Better to pretend that she is just very shy and give the guard a small smile. Hopefully he won't ask too many questions.
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Once they were through, he stopped to glance back towards the now closed gate. "Let me take you to the housing that's been provided? You will be able to stay there for a few days until you find a job and a way to earn coin. You should keep the cloak on for now. You're wearing Wyver colors and Olympians are hostile to that kingdom. It might cause more trouble."
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She can handle having to hide some of her abilities. She can take the namecalling. But having to hide something as personal as her colors - this is what finally makes her bristle in indignation. "They're my colors. I don't have anything else." But as upset as it makes her, Wanda knows better than to take the cloak off and blow her cover as his 'sister' this soon after being allowed in. "You are sure there will still be housing after all of this?"
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He nodded, turning to watch as another guard passed him. His eyes were fixed on the pair of them, holding on Wanda's unfamiliar face. Jon's hand wrapped around the pommel of his sword, tense and ready. They might be in the city, but there was still no guarantee there wouldn't be trouble. "There is. I have already helped a few others find where they are to stay. There has always been housing provided for us, until we can pay for a place of our own."