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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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."