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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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So this seems as good a place as any to camp for the night. He'll have company, anyway, which helps. His horse is grazing nearby and the wyvern had flown off in search of food of its own, but should be returning shortly. He's not worried.
"I would love one. It smells delicious."
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He, too, is easy to spot with his thick white fur cloak and the long brown braid dangling down the middle of his back. He's picked up a new whetstone and supplies for another ride out to the sea where he's been slowly building a boat.
Dany's voice pulls his attention towards her and he offers a soft smile in greeting. She is the one face that Ubbe can do that for, if only because she makes him feel closer to home. Most likely because of her hair, but also because she was so friendly.
Shrugging a shoulder up, he moves a little closer. "To be much like yesterday was. Maybe the day before that, too. What about you?"
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The woman he finds there has such striking coloring, he has to blink and wonder if she is not some kin of Rhaegar's. The pale, pale hair, the violet eyes, the fair skin, and those distinctive features, sharply drawn and gamine. Ned doesn't realize he's staring until it's too late, and even later before he realizes she's asked him a question.
"It's...strange. Like all of them here." She may find some traits in common with Jon Snow in the newcomer, but even more so his voice, which has the same accent and cadence, wholly distinctive even in Westeros, much less this place. "Stranger still the company I find." Is it Rhaegar's kin? If not, there are people who look remarkably similar in farflung worlds.
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