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[draca]

[ The journal opens to the sounds of flapping wings and a soft laugh, they are happier now that they are a distance from the castle. No longer hissing at every shadow and sound. Even Dany herself has relaxed a little more (as much as she affords herself).

Drogon flies around the tent as she turns her attention to the journal. ]

Arya? [ No one taught her to filter, so there is no filter for this! ] I promised you a visit, it is time I made good on that promise. [ A small gush of air brushes past the journal. ] You may come visit now.

[ Turning from the journal for a moment she watches the black-and-red dragon land on top of her furs, the cry that leaves him not aggressive or agitated. ]

It surprises me that more do not move to the city than have. Are you all so content to live underneath the roof of your captor, knowing what it does to you?

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[persequor]

[ OMGOSH REAL DRAGONS *^* ]

Where are you?

[draca]

[ That excitement makes her smile. ]

A short ride south east from the market district.

[persequor]

I'll be there!

[ OMGOSH OMGOSH REAL LIVING DRAGONS Spike does not count ]

[draca]

I shall wait.

[ And wait she does, not before opening Rhaegal and Viserion's cages. The latter remains asleep while the former climbs out, stretching his wings.

When the girl arrives Daenerys will be seated, white hrakkar skin cloak pooled around her, hands working on fashioning her hair into a braid. ]

[losemycherry]

It's a castle, silly! Are you saying you'd rather live in some grubby old city instead of a fairy-tale castle?

[draca]

Are you blind to its doings? The castle you speak of kidnaps and violates those it takes, stealing from them precious things.

[losemycherry]

That's just what it does to mean people. Nice people like myself, and you I hope, don't lose anything upon coming here!

Dictated

[wilder]

I'm not completely sure, but maybe they just don't have the means to move into the city.

[draca]

Can they not wish for the means?

[wilder]

They could, but a few weeks ago the castle decided to punish those who wish for things...so I think people are still cautious of that.

Or maybe they just didn't think of it.

[alias_savant]

Some of us don't have a choice.

[nope. Neal totally isn't bitter about that at all.]

[draca]

Your loss? [ That is the only thing she can think of that would be powerful enough to chain a man there. ]

[alias_savant]

Yep. I can't leave the castle on my own. And believe me, I've tried.

THIS TAG IS NOT HERE

[wintercat]

[GIRL, HER DAUGHTER BETTER COME BACK IN A DECENT AMOUNT OF TIME AND IN ONE PIECE.]

THIS TAG IS ALSO NOT HERE

[draca]

[ NO, SHE IS GOING TO KEEP HER OUT ALL NIGHT PARTYING WITH HER AND HER DRAGONS. BUT SHE WILL COME BACK IN ONE PIECE. ]

NOT HERE EITHER

[persequor]

[ BUT MOOOOOOOOOM…! ]

[wishmadeinfire]

It is not as if the Town is outside the Castle's influence. Better to be close to your enemy than far away, yes?

[draca]

I hold no illusions that it is.

[wishmadeinfire]

Then really there is little difference between there and here save for the native peoples of the town.

[excalibured]

You know you can filter that, so not all of us must listen to your personal invitations, don't you?

[There's a pause] And not all of us enjoy living in that gilded trap.

[draca]

I was not told of them. [ It isn't her fault, Sir Prat! ]

It is good to know there are some who possess sense enough to see it for what it is.

[excalibured]

If you simply place the person's name before what you wish to say to them, it makes it viewable only to them. It comes in handy, with unsavoury sorts in the castle.

[This girl;]

Such as this.

[/This girl;

There are less of us than I would like.

dictated;

[songsandstories]

I am searching for a place in the city to live. When Robb Stark was here, he was trying to help. But it is costly and I have no gold. I am no Lannister. [Irony.]

[draca]

And you will not wish for the gold you need? [ Points for you. ] Perhaps I can be of aid, though I have no gold to my name there must be a way to gain some within the city.

[songsandstories]

That is kind of you, Khaleesi. [Oh, look. Playing nice.]

There is a girl here, Jo, she talked of women making their own gold.