Let's Go Camping

Dany

The damn wind was already whistling through the trees as she pulled up, it had been getting gradually worse over the week, which of course lined up nicely with their camping adventure. It seemed Mother Nature wasn't quite satisfied with just the wind, no there were thick black clouds that hugged the horizon too. Storm Bobby was coming with a vengeance! Camping, however, sounded like a lot of fun, the plan was a week among some of the most beautiful spots in Westeros and it seemed most of the gang was going even some she'd never met before. The trip was split into two parts starting at Highgarden, then heading up to the Eyrie for two nights. The second leg kicked off on the isle of faces in the middle of the god's eye for two more nights, then the neck for a night before finishing up in Winterfell.

The only downside she had were the people going well two people to be specific, Daario a man that shagged her best friend for inside information and Jon Snow, well he was just a knob she had the pleasure of growing up with. Still, she was looking forward to it and that was even with news that the couples were commandeering the first leg of the trip; Robb and Margery, Arya and Gendry, Missy and Grey, and her… with Robb dragging Jon along as well. Dany remembers moaning about it, to anyone who would listen when she first found out but now… Everything was fine, well, everything except the weather! Storm Bobby can fuck right off.

The weather was already beginning to sour her mood; just climbing out the car provided a challenge with the wind trying its best to crush her with the door. She watched Margery sprint from the car into Robbs arms like the love-struck teenagers they wished they were. They'd been together 5 years and they were still in the damn honeymoon phase, Robb waved before grabbing Margery's things and heading out to get bunkered down for the night. Dany spurred herself into action grabbing her things and finding a nice spot at the edge of the clearing. Pulling the tent and the polls out the sleeve, pulling out the rain tarp because with those clouds it was certain she'd need it. The ripple of thunder on the horizon froze her to the very core as the wind once more picked up, taking a moment she realized someone was missing… Arya and Gendry were at the opposite side while Robb and Marge were up near the crest by the trees, Missy and Grey were by the cars… Ah, there he was… The dick was still in his car, it was his car because Robb had a Range Rover and it seems like he had left it at home, as she had. He looked… older, more mature than the last time she saw him before he joined the forces which was 6/7 years ago but he seemed just the same. That stupid smirk on his lips as he met her gaze tapped on an imaginary watch on his arm and pointed to the sky, which did nothing but make her scowl, turning on her heels but not before flipping him off to get back on with the task.

Dany shook her head trying to tame the stupid tent as it bristled with the wind catching against her ankles. So he was some kind of fucking weather reader now? Straightening the damn thing out again she was halfway through the second pole before she could hear the rain quickly approaching. First against the canopy of the tree's, then on the grass before finally her head, the rain rolling down her face before she even managed to stick her hood up. Robb and Margery were sprinting with Arya and Gendry following after them while Grey and Missy already had their tent up. Dany decided to continue, even as a large gust of wind nearly knocked her off her feet. Scrambling to stay upright she could only stare as the rain tarp took flight, like a bastard kite, flying straight up and over the tree canopy.

Stomping on the tent she closed her eyes to calm herself down and quickly began to disassemble the poles sticking them in the tent sleeve while fighting to stop the wind from taking the tent. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, she was going to lose it. Storm Bobby clearly wanted the bloody tent she was sure the bastard thing wanted to take her with it. Cursing, there was a lot of cursing from the weather to the bloody bus driver that dropped her at Margery's earlier that morning,

Go camping they said… It would be fun they said.