Seeing the Wonders of the World

[song_of_fire]

WHO: Daenerys and OTA
WHEN: 02/7 - 2/12
WHAT: Arrival, settling in
WHERE: Gazin and around
WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary.

Arrival

For a time, as she wandered towards the town, Daenerys had assumed that she was still in the Red Sea. Drogon was gone and the Dothraki scout had disappeared, but the vast wilderness was largely the same. But as her senses adjusted and the shock wore off, it was clear that these two worlds were very different. Without a dragon or her silver to ride, she could only walk to the nearest village or safe haven.

"Gazin", a sign had said. It wasn't familiar and didn't sound like anything from Essos, but it was the nearest and only choice. The sun bared down on her as she reached the outskirts, tired and thirsty, exhausted from the walk and after effects of whatever she had eaten. She hadn't reached the town fully, but needed a moment to catch her breath, finding a large stump to lean on. She could see the town better, the outlines of buildings and houses. Soon enough she would hear the people and smell the scents of village life.

Another figure was walking from the opposite direction, a wanderer no different than her. She smiled as they neared, still tired, but hoping perhaps they might have water. It didn't look it. "Are you lost as well?"

Around Town

There was at least an explanation in time. This place was Gazin, it was another world and they had been brought here by outside forces with no clear indication of when they could leave. There were others from worlds she never heard of, creatures and magic that baffled her, but apparently existed in their realms. With that sort of knowledge, it made meeting others easier in her mind.

Apparently coin was a necessity to, but with few skills outside of ruling, there wasn't much she could offer. Thankfully there was an apothecary who needed an assistant to run errands for him and collect herbs in the mornings. He was too old and too fat to manage, allowing her a bit of freedom to move and work, truly learning by action and involvement.

The better part of the day was delivering commissioned potions or ordered herbs. It allowed her to walk through the village and see the others around her, not simply the natives but those settling in as she was. With an empty basket, she loitered near a few stalls, purchasing something to eat.

"Are you hungry? I could pay for it?"

Comments

[king_inthenorth]

"So I've been told." Once he'd had a chance to think about it, it had started to make sense. More sense than any alternative explanation does, even. Sam would never have been cruel enough to play a trick on him like that.

"I expect that dragon would never have let me ride him if I weren't."

[song_of_fire]

Now it seems like he's taunting her. She had invited Quentyn to tame and ride one of her dragons, but it seemed as if they were opposed to the stranger. To hear that this supposed Targaryen was suddenly riding a dragon, it seemed almost too good to be true. It was the embodiment of everything she wished for, a family, home and another head of the dragon to join her.

Everything he said, they were just words and the words pained her heart deeply.

"Enough," it was said in a firm voice, but the vulnerability was clear on her face. "My brother's children were killed, slaughtered. There is no one else."

[king_inthenorth]

What else had he expected? He hadn't wanted to hear this himself at first, and answers were what he'd always wanted. He doesn't know what's the best way to tell someone this, because he's never had to before. Maybe mentioning the dragon had taken it too far.

He doesn't need to be reminded of the children who came before him, either. They had the same father he did, only they didn't have someone to protect them.

"This is the inn. The innkeeper is willing to provide rooms for new arrivals, and meals, and defer payment for a couple of days." So she has some time to settle in before figuring out what comes next.

[song_of_fire]

She wanted it to be true and a part of her had believed that Lyanna and Rhaegar had wed. Wouldn't a child come from such a union. There were aspects of this that were simple, but must be true. But her heart ached still with loss and defeat. Not simply Viserys's death and the emptiness he had left behind, but her own struggles in Meereen and the growing feeling that she was only causing harm.

She couldn't let herself believe yet, not when it meant risking her heart for more hurt.

"It means I have to find a way to make some coin."

[king_inthenorth]

"Yes." It had been something new for him too; going from Winterfell to the Night's Watch meant he hadn't had to worry about making an income of some sort. But he is used to work, so he'd figured it out. "You should find that there are other new arrivals who are willing to help, as well as many of the townspeople."

[song_of_fire]

"I don't require charity." It's said softly, a hint of frustration and pain in her voice. She could remember Viserys seeking help and the way others mocked him. Even if she was starving, she would try to make her own way. She would search for work tomorrow, it would at least keep her moving than lingering in shock.

"Thank you for your help."

[king_inthenorth]

"Not all of them would call it charity." But it's up to her if she wants to make use of the help that's available. He's just letting her know it's there.

"If you need anything else, I'll be at the stables."