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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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He has no reason to love Rhaegar. He has every reason to love Robert. Especially now, with Robert his closest friend and ally, his foster brother at Jon Arryn's knee, and both of them pledged to avenging his family's deaths at Aerys's hand.
Her final words draw a frown of genuine confusion and aversion. Ned stares at her. "Aegon? What happened? Who battered him against the walls?" The prince-in-waiting had just been born, last he knew. Who would harm a babe like that?
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She would never allow any to disparage her brother. She might not be able to defend her father, as she used to, but she could protect her brother's memory.
"Lannister, who sided with the Usurper over his rightful king. The Mountain was said to have dragged Rhaenys from under her father's bed and killed her. Then he took Aegon and battered his brains against the wall. With the blood of her children on his hands, he raped Elia Martell and murdered her. I know it was done at Robert Baratheon's orders. He had no qualms of sending assassins after my brother and I throughout our life. When I was carrying my son, he intended to poison me, killing us both. That is the man you served."