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[ The journal opens to the sound of flapping wings and a loud scream, it is loud and angry, a swoosh of what may be flames joining the noise. More sounds join them, specifically the sounds of someone waking up and springing from the bed she had been placed in only to stumble. Eyes looking around dazzed and wild.
The creak of the boat, the smell of the sea, the faint sounds of Dothraki horses twittering nervously below deck, her handmaidens─ where did they go? ]
Irri? [ Her stomach twists knowing the girl is not here, yearning for her presence. (Here, she knows this place it is. The knowledge flits around in the darkness of her mind, never staying still enough to grab hold of.) ] Ser Jorah? [ Her voice is louder now, rising over the agitated noises leaving the dragons, but she gets no reply. ] Qoy Qoyi? [ Her blood riders too do not answer her call.
Nearer to the journal there is a huff and claws tear at the pages as if it is the source of the their problems. No sooner does Drogon begin assaulting the journal does Daenerys eyes begin to clear, her brow furrowing. ]
This place... it is not the Balerion. [ It is... a tent... her tent. ]
The creak of the boat, the smell of the sea, the faint sounds of Dothraki horses twittering nervously below deck, her handmaidens─ where did they go? ]
Irri? [ Her stomach twists knowing the girl is not here, yearning for her presence. (Here, she knows this place it is. The knowledge flits around in the darkness of her mind, never staying still enough to grab hold of.) ] Ser Jorah? [ Her voice is louder now, rising over the agitated noises leaving the dragons, but she gets no reply. ] Qoy Qoyi? [ Her blood riders too do not answer her call.
Nearer to the journal there is a huff and claws tear at the pages as if it is the source of the their problems. No sooner does Drogon begin assaulting the journal does Daenerys eyes begin to clear, her brow furrowing. ]
This place... it is not the Balerion. [ It is... a tent... her tent. ]
dictated. For now.
[ This is your warning. Incoming child. ]
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That voice? She remembers it, she thinks, she remembers a wolf─ no a direwolf. ]
Arya? [ Yes, Arya Stark, the young girl who is as wild as the wolf blood that courses through her veins. ]
Daenerys
Stay in the tent! If you left, go back! I'll explain there! Just don't let anyone get close to you! Even if you know them, they're not well!
Arya
Alright.
let's action this baby up B)
[ And by magic of timeskip, Arya calls her name before poking her head in the flap. Hi. :> ]
aaw yeah
Arya.
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They grew.
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I think I went home.
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You sounded worried, has something happened while I... slept.
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People are acting queer. Do you remember when we went out to the Dead Zone? That cave that was there?
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Yes, I remember.
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You shouldn't stay there, if people within the castle are getting sick you all need to leave.
[ Lady Stark and... Alayne Stone, yes she remembers them too. ] My tent can shelter us all, and we have ample guards.
[ Viserion then climbs off her lap and onto her shoulder, she tries to shrug him off he isn't as small as he used to be but the cream-and-gold dragon wraps his tail around her arm and nuzzles the side of her cheek. ]
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I am sorry, Arya. [ She sighs. ] Much happened while I slept, my blood rider returned to me with three of the city of Qarth. I spent time within that city, I was showered with gifts and visitors who lust to see the wonder born into the world again.
I wanted ships but got none, I sought wisdom for the warlocks and got only dreams and words. In the end the Qartheen turned on me after Drogon burned down the House of the Undying and killed the Undying Ones. They remembered dragons are as dangerous as they are beautiful, but yet the lust of some would not be so easily swayed.
The warlocks tried to kill me with a manticore but an old man and a eunuch saved my life, they came with three ships from Pentos. I renamed them after the dragon Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar. I was resting in the captain's cabin on Balerion when I returned here.
I grow tired of sitting still.
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Dictated forever
Is...is everything okay?
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Yes Spike, everything is alright. [ In a way.
Drogon huffs again and tears some more at the journal page. ]
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Are you sure? You sounded pretty confused.
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I... I went home, I think, I was on a ship bond for Pentos. Now I am no longer.
[ A plume of hot fire leaves Drogon's jaws, catching the corner of the page he is ripping up. ]
Drogon.
[ He huffs in returned, annoyed. ]
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Oh...then I guess I can understand why you're confused.
Are the dragons okay? They sound kinda angry.
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dictated. (oh hi)
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I was, back in my world for a time.
[ But wait─ ]
Did you arrive only recently?
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[That's what she should say, right?]
Three days ago.
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You are very new then. I would welcome you, but it would not feel right.
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What is your name, child?
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[She's still hesitant to talk to people, but this person seems.. safe. For one reason or another.]
What is yours?
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The black-and-red dragon responds with a grunt and smoke. He is not pleased, not at all. ]
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It's.. a good name. [She converses so well! Also, she heard that grunt but opts not to pry just yet.]
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Thank you, Abby.
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Are you.. [How to word this? The pause is brief.] Are you royalty?
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I am, yes. I am the last of my house, the last of the dragons who ruled Westeros for over three hundred years. I am the rightful queen of my homeland, though it has been denied of me.
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