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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. ]

Comments

[persequor]

Are you well?

[draca]

Nothing ails me. [ Aside from her thoughts. ]

[persequor]

[ She doesn't buy it, but she lets the matter drop for the moment. ]

What are you making?

[draca]

A vest. [ She lifts up the leathers, it doesn't look anything like a vest at the moment. ]

[persequor]

Oh. It looks...nice?

[draca]

[ She laughs and shakes her head. ] No, it does not, it looks like pieces of leather sewn together poorly.

[persequor]

[ She struggles to hide a smile. ]

Only a little. [ She holds index finger and thumb out, leaving a tiny space between both to show how little. ]

[draca]

Only a lot. [ Don't you lie to her! She knows she has no sewing skills! Sobbing. ]

[persequor]

[ can't hide smile anymore. she throws her hands up in an "I give up" motion. ]

I tried to help.

[draca]

And I appreciate the aid, truly. [ She smiles regardless. ]

[persequor]

[ Arya sits down and holds her hand out to Viserion for permission to pet him. ]

Have you been to the Four Seasons room yet?

[draca]

[ The cream-and-gold dragon huffs, moving his head closer to her hand, approval to pet if there ever was one. ]

I haven't, no, I try not to spent much time in the castle proper.

[persequor]

You've not missed much. But there's snow there some days if you don't wish to wait for winter.

[draca]

Snow? [ She looks puzzled. ] How can there be snow some days? It is not yet winter.

[persequor]

[ Shrug. ] Magic, I guess.

[draca]

Magic. [ That brings a smile and a laugh. ]