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[draca]

( backdated to the 13th )

[ Sleep does not come easy to her, especially after the events of the last few days. She fears closing her eyes for more than a moment, the images still burned brightly into the back of her eye lids. The soft tune of an unfamiliar song still echoes in the silence.

With all three dragons curled up with her on her furs Daenerys opens the journal hesitantly, reaching for a quill to pen some filters: ]

( Lady Stark )

[ Where does she begin? The desire to speak to the woman chews at her, but the words refuse to form. ]

Lady Stark─ [ I am sorry? No, that is not what she wants to say. ]
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( Neal )

[ Again the words do not seem to come to her when she needs them. But she persists regardless. ]

I wish you had not seen what you did.
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( filter )

It will be difficult to put aside such images, but it is for the best that you do. [ If she could take the memories of it from them she would. ] Nevertheless if you have questions... I will not deny you answers.
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[ Some time after the filters, around mid-day Daenerys can be found seated in the courtyard of the castle, what looks as the beginning of some sort of clothing sitting in her lap. Drogon flies close by, weaving through the hair more than happy to stretch his wings. He chases after his brother Rhaegal, who also flies through the air, while Viserion rests beside Daenerys, curled up against her thigh.

She is deep in thought, or concentrating rather hard on the pieces of leather in her hands. Wonder what she is trying to make. ]

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[commandsthewind]

[it's the colour of Daenerys' hair that strikes Elizabeth more than anything else about her. It's not often you see anything so pure, definitely not in England.

Then she notices the dragons, and she stares even more. Discreetly she hopes, because they've got to be the finest watch dogs she's ever seen. So her distance is a respectful one, as is her tone.] Greetings, my lady.

[there's a bow of her head in respect. Someone who had dragons at her side deserved it, as far as Elizabeth was concerned.]

[draca]

[ Daenerys' head snaps up to attention, the cream-and-gold dragon beside her blinking lazily at the stranger. The other two continue their chase, seemingly not bothered by the woman's appearance.

She smiles and inclines her head in greeting. ]

Greetings. [ It doesn't take her long to tune into her caution at her dragons, a reaction she is far used to now. ] You needn't worry my lady, they are still young and will bring you no harm.

[commandsthewind]

It didn't seem prudent to assume. [She clasped her hands as she regarded them in a sort of calculated way. She was growing more used to how things were here, which was to say taken from all sorts of legends and myth. Dragons probably weren't far off that.

Never mind that she probably fell into that category for the people of modern earth.]

But they are very fine creatures, and content too.

[draca]

You are wise to not have done so.

[ Regardless of her previous words, it is better that people are wary of them than anything. Their teeth are still sharp as as their claws. Damage they could still do if they wanted to. ]

As any children would be with their mother.

filter;

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia has heard similar words in many variations before; close your eyes, forget what you saw, don't listen, it never happened. She would rather know it all, but this is different, this was something intimate happening to an otherwise perfect stranger. It seems rude to insist. ]

Would you deny consolation offered, instead?

filter;

[draca]

[ Dany inhales, fingers unconsciously moving the gently stroke Drogon's warm scales. ]

You needn't, in fact it is I who should be the one to offer consolation. What you experienced... it is something I would never wish upon another soul.

forever!

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia still thinks the dragons are as much a part of the dream as the man with the melting crown and the other one without a face. As terrifying as the images are, she can think of a number of worse things to wish on other people. ]

I need none, no apologies either. I need only know that you are well, despite the dream.

[draca]

[ As can she, and in truth her words are as much truth as they are a lie. There are some she would wish it upon, and worse. She wants the Usurper to suffer as she did, the Lannisters to suffer as she has. ]

I... [ A pause. ] I am as well as I can be.

khaleesi }

[alias_savant]

[he matches her writing with his careful script, not wanting to force her to actually speak if she didn't want to.]

I'm not even sure what it is I saw.

[he's been meaning to ask her about it, but you don't simply take a trip in someone's head and go HEY WHAT DOES THIS MEAN. Especially not with memories like that. There's a pause.]

Were those people your family?

neal }

[draca]

[ It takes her a moment to respond, the memory of the hall of paintings and busts still fresh in her mind. Of the family she never knew, all dead before her birth. All but one. ]

Yes.

[ There is another pause and she reaches for Drogon with her free hand for comfort. ]

What you saw... was Dragonstone, it was the place I was born and the place my brother Rhaegar's family was slaughtered. I do not know if that is how it truly happened, I was naught but a suckling babe, but my only surviving brother... Viserys, the one who chased you, told me the story of what happened.

khaleesi }

[alias_savant]

I'm sorry.

[for both the fact that her brother seems so adversarial to her now, and that she lost her family that way.]

neal }

[draca]

As am I.

[ For he had to see it. ]

[persequor]

What are you making?

[ Arya holds a handful of late-blooming wildflowers. Nymeria is watching the flying dragons. ]

[draca]

[ Arya's appearance brings a smile to her face, regardless of how wan it is, blinking at the flowers she has in her hands. ]

A vest. [ She points. ] You picked flowers, who are they for?

[persequor]

[ Arya separates one from the bunch. ]

This one is for you.

[draca]

Thank you. [ She accepts it, attempting to brighten her smile the best she can. ] It is beautiful.

Daenerys Targaryen

[ladywinter]

[Oh, this is what she was dreading. The inevitable "poor broken Catelyn," the sad looks when they think she doesn't notice, the delicate handling.]

Do not offer me your pity; I have no use for it.

Lady Stark

[draca]

[ The frown is obvious in her voice. ]

No, my lady, I would not dare offer you pity.

Daenerys Targaryen

[ladywinter]

[There's a small pause as she remembers of what she saw in the girl's dream.]

No, you would not. You understand too well.

[huffythedragon]

[The then a fourth dragon joins the party. He looks skywards at Drogon and Rhaegal's areal acrobatics, not without a touch of envy, before moving to settle down next to Daenerys]

Is everything okay?

[draca]

[ You mean a lizard? I MEAN WHAT─

The other three notice his arrival, half stopping in whatever they were doing to peer curiously at the purple dragon. Even Daenerys herself joins in for a moment before giving him a wan smile. ]

Yes, everything is okay. [ Spoiler: It's a lie. ]

[huffythedragon]

[If he knew how to communicate with his own kind properly, he'd probably say hi, but there you go. He casts her a worried look]

Are you sure? You're awful quiet.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke probably shouldn't be up and about this far from the clinic, but he doesn't really care at the moment.

He's heard the sounds of flapping, and there's something that sets it off from birds. Duke leans against the wall of the castle and leaves his face angled toward the ground as he tries to figure out what was flying with something else.

Smells vaguely similar to lizards, only... not. ]

[draca]

[ Daenerys herself does not notice him, far too absorbed by her work, but the dragons do. Drogon is the first, letting out a hiss and swooping in Duke's direction only to pull back and return to the girl with Rhaegal in toe.

The green-and-bronze dragon also lets out a noise, something sharp that makes Dany look up from her work to them still flying above her. ]

What is it?

[radiantwingedone]

.....? [ Duke doesn't so much as twitch at the hiss and swoop, blinking once as he places the noises. Lizard-like and flying? ]

... small dragons? Not enough air displaced to be particularly large...