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tushanshu2013-03-23 11:32 pm
iwillnotlookback) wrote in tushanshu2013-03-23 11:32 pm
first. }{ video.
[ The girl on the screen looks younger than her years, and she is still rather young. Only sixteen, the burnt-away stubble of silvery-blonde hair highlights her sharp cheekbones and draws attention to her large violet eyes in a way that makes her look like a doll. A very feral sort of doll. Her expression can be best described as a mixture of irritation, weariness, and childlike curiosity. And over it all a mask of regality. Nearly bald and ragged-looking she may be, she still looks every inch a queen. ]
Tell me, are all our dear hosts so exceptionally skilled in making obeisance and providing obfuscation for their master? I ask the reason for my presence and they tell me that knowledge is the Emperor's. I demand to know where my dragon is and they simper and apologize. Not one will deign to give me a clear answer, only riddles. More riddles. I am weary of riddles.
[ Dany sighs, a certain something in the way her eyes slip briefly closed betraying just how very tired she is. It never ends, does it? At least she is clean now. The first thing she did when the kedan led her to her quarters was bathe, soaking away her aches and pains and scrubbing off the accumulated weeks' worth of filth and blood in water heated near to boiling. Merely world-weary is marginally better than being both world-weary and filthy. ]
Very well. If we are to be companions in entrapment, we might at least know one another. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, a khaleesi of the Dothraki, Queen of Meereen and rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I would know you, and whatever you can tell me. [ Pause. ] And if you have seen a dragon, say, the size of an aurochs, colored black and red, I would know that too. You will be well rewarded, I swear. Though I beg you not to approach him, as his temperament is…quite volatile.
Tell me, are all our dear hosts so exceptionally skilled in making obeisance and providing obfuscation for their master? I ask the reason for my presence and they tell me that knowledge is the Emperor's. I demand to know where my dragon is and they simper and apologize. Not one will deign to give me a clear answer, only riddles. More riddles. I am weary of riddles.
[ Dany sighs, a certain something in the way her eyes slip briefly closed betraying just how very tired she is. It never ends, does it? At least she is clean now. The first thing she did when the kedan led her to her quarters was bathe, soaking away her aches and pains and scrubbing off the accumulated weeks' worth of filth and blood in water heated near to boiling. Merely world-weary is marginally better than being both world-weary and filthy. ]
Very well. If we are to be companions in entrapment, we might at least know one another. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, a khaleesi of the Dothraki, Queen of Meereen and rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I would know you, and whatever you can tell me. [ Pause. ] And if you have seen a dragon, say, the size of an aurochs, colored black and red, I would know that too. You will be well rewarded, I swear. Though I beg you not to approach him, as his temperament is…quite volatile.
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he pauses thoughtfully before breaking into a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes.] If the dragons of your world are anything like mine, you'll find him very possessive of you. You won't find a truer friend or a more trusted companion anywhere-- don't forget it.
My sister was a gentler, kindlier soul. More fit for rule than our fiercer brothers, but then again, they'd always been more suited for fighting the wars we so rarely saw.
[he's starting to take on the air of an old person talking about the good ol' days-- dany you're entering the danger zone]
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[ She's caught up enough in the novelty of meeting another who possesses the dragon's blood that she doesn't mind. ]
The your people rode their dragons to war as well?
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for the first time his smile falters; there's the briefest of hesitations, as if he's trying to decide just how to word this, before he replies.] On the two occasions in our history that it was needed, yes. By and large, we were a peaceful people-- which, I suppose, made us ideal targets for those who came to covet all we possessed.
But I'm sure I needn't elaborate how fiercely an Eliatrope and his dragon will fight to safeguard what is rightfully his.
[she should know; the emphasis on 'rightful queen' had said it all. where there was a throne to be won, there was always a struggle -- and didn't he know it?]
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No, there is no need. I know it well enough. Dragons are creatures possessive by nature, and those in whose veins runs the dragon's blood, we are wont to jealousy as well.