The She-Bear: one bourbon, one scotch, one beer
“I’ve done a lot of regrettable things, but I never lied to ye,” Jorah said to her back. Though he was standing, he still hadn’t started for the door. He was just as stubborn as she was—maybe moreso when it suited him, and he wasn’t ready to give up just yet.
”Aye, right.” she said in a brusque tone, refolding her arms, determined not to turn round and look at him. “An’ why should I trust ye? Not one of us has seen ye in the past five years. I don’t know ye anymore.”
It was tempting for Alysane to hear his explanation, but there was no way that she would let him do that today. No matter what he said, there was still an underlying suspicion as to what he was doing in her pub, when there was many others in London - others a lot closer to wherever he lived and a lot more fitting for a journalist.
“I don’t expect ye to trust me straightaway—and I don’t deserve th’ chance to explain myself, but I’d like it,” Jorah said honestly. He paused. “And ye should know that yer little sister is in London—Lyra. She tracked me down a few days ago.”
He knew that Lyra might be angry, but her sisters needed to know where she’d run off to…It was slightly hypocritical of him, but he was not barely of age.
Aly snapped her head back around to face Jorah. “Lyra’s in London?” she exclaimed gruffly, a look of shock clearly expressed on her face. She hadn’t heard anything from her mother about Lyra, but then again Aly had hardly been the best letter writer herself, as she wasn’t exactly the best with words. The occasional telegram was mostly what the correspondence between Alysane and Maege Mormont had boiled down to. ”Forget yer explanation. She should be in Glasgow! Ye’d best not be lying to me, Uncle Jorah. Where in God’s name is she now?”
Lyra Mormont had never been the most aware person in the family, and for her to be living alone in a strange big city - well, Aly could hardly imagine what stupid things she’d get herself into. She was only still a girl, really.
“Why should I lie about somethin’ like that?” He frowned. “She showed up in my flat a few days ago—picked the goddamn lock whilst I was out. I don’t really even know how she found me…” He paused, shaking his head. “She’s been bloody tinkering, Alysane—livin’ God knows where on hardly anythin’ at all. Right now she’s at my flat, where I told her she could stay.”
(Source: alysanemormontrpg, via alysanemormontrpg)
