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farsickness2020-11-01 02:35 pm
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All Things Of Significance
Who: Daenerys Targaryen and OTA
Where: Around Gazin
When: November Catchall
What: Finally used to her surroundings, meeting CR and other castmates
Warnings: Nothing planned, but will update
Under the Open Sky
She had taken to wearing her Hrakkar again, drawing strength from the white lion pelt, despite her hair having long ago grown back and the scars from the fighting pit recovered. She was healthier now as well, the sickness, whatever it had been, had passed. This was a simple connection, lost due to the absence of her dragons, but still a bit of her world and the Khaleesi she had been. Here, she was a woman, not a queen, living day to day and surviving. While her days were routine with work at the alchemist shop, she could at least take the time during the evening to return to something comforting as well.
She took the idea from Jon, remembering how much she enjoyed this and needing that outlet. She created a campfire as the day turned to dusk and the sky turned rosy pink than a dark purple. She would roast meat, animals caught in her trap now that hunting had become a skill she picked up. She would welcome the quiet and the thoughts that would find her, enjoying her ordinary life, but still feeling that sharp loneliness that defined her existence. She welcomed visitors who came to inspect, sometimes a bit too eagerly, but friendly all the same.
Loneliness didn't have to define her here. "Would care for a slice of meat?"
In Town
It was the stables that drew her often, her heart aching for the Silver she had left behind. There were no such horses for sale, but there was a fine chestnut that resembled the horse that her Great Bear had once used. It was affectionate with her and seemed to like her well enough. What would the Dothraki say of it? They would know better than she if the animal was a good one, worthy of her. But such things were behind her now.
With the money she earned, she could at least purchase some luxuries. A new dagger being one and a better leathers to wear for another. With her hair braided, she had gone back to the style she knew before Meereen, happy and at ease with the world. She's easy to spot, especially when wearing the lion pelt, but there is always a smile for anyone who crosses her path.
"How are you finding the day?
Where: Around Gazin
When: November Catchall
What: Finally used to her surroundings, meeting CR and other castmates
Warnings: Nothing planned, but will update
Under the Open Sky
She had taken to wearing her Hrakkar again, drawing strength from the white lion pelt, despite her hair having long ago grown back and the scars from the fighting pit recovered. She was healthier now as well, the sickness, whatever it had been, had passed. This was a simple connection, lost due to the absence of her dragons, but still a bit of her world and the Khaleesi she had been. Here, she was a woman, not a queen, living day to day and surviving. While her days were routine with work at the alchemist shop, she could at least take the time during the evening to return to something comforting as well.
She took the idea from Jon, remembering how much she enjoyed this and needing that outlet. She created a campfire as the day turned to dusk and the sky turned rosy pink than a dark purple. She would roast meat, animals caught in her trap now that hunting had become a skill she picked up. She would welcome the quiet and the thoughts that would find her, enjoying her ordinary life, but still feeling that sharp loneliness that defined her existence. She welcomed visitors who came to inspect, sometimes a bit too eagerly, but friendly all the same.
Loneliness didn't have to define her here. "Would care for a slice of meat?"
In Town
It was the stables that drew her often, her heart aching for the Silver she had left behind. There were no such horses for sale, but there was a fine chestnut that resembled the horse that her Great Bear had once used. It was affectionate with her and seemed to like her well enough. What would the Dothraki say of it? They would know better than she if the animal was a good one, worthy of her. But such things were behind her now.
With the money she earned, she could at least purchase some luxuries. A new dagger being one and a better leathers to wear for another. With her hair braided, she had gone back to the style she knew before Meereen, happy and at ease with the world. She's easy to spot, especially when wearing the lion pelt, but there is always a smile for anyone who crosses her path.
"How are you finding the day?
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Ubbe can smell the incoming storm. He looks behind them at the dark grey clouds, but something was more ominous about them than the usual rain clouds that moved in off the mountains. These ones were coming in off the sea, which in his experience, wasn't good.
"Would you like to learn?" The question is asked sincerely. "I have never met a girl who wanted to but I could teach you."
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She loves the feel of the atmosphere, the surge of energy as a storm approaches and the electricity that seemed to crackle. It makes her shiver in anticipation. She was born in a storm, it called to her through the night.
"I would," she grinned, looking back at him and those piercing eyes that she found herself reflecting on even when alone. "So long as you don't mind me having no knowledge or skill to begin with."
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An arm comes out and lifts some low lying branches from a great cedar tree that was in their path as they walk. He's unsure where they are going but he doesn't mind wandering.
"That is the best way to learn, do you not think? I learned from my father's friend. His name was Floki and built all the boats that went out to explore and raid."
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Raid. So he lived as the Ironborn did or the pirates of the Salt Steps. She's not surprised. He had that air about him. There were elements of Daario and his mercenaries, but his preference for the sea, that his eyes resembled the waters so clearly, how could he be anything else.
She smiled as he pushed the branch from her path. Her steps fall into place with his, side by side, close enough to touch. "What sort of lands did you raid and explore? I imagine the people were far different from your own."