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clementine

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[There's a little girl standing outside the castle in skirt and red hoodie, looking around frantically. Maybe this wouldn't be too strange if she wasn't thoroughly caked with blood, front and back.]

--Lee? Lee!

[She's about ready to bolt, but her feet seem glued to the spot. It looks like she's not sure what to start towards--the giant castle, the city in the distance, or whatever trees are around?]

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You did only arrive. [ The water is warm enough without being too hot. ]

Here, the bath is ready.

[Warm water. Clem hasn't felt that in forever, and gasps a little in surprise when she reaches out to touch it.]

It feels so nice.

[A slightly awkward glance at Dany, and then she takes off her blood covered hoodie. And holds it.]

Where should I put this?

I will take it. [ And that she does, to place over a nearby chair. ]

Take as long as you need, you will have clean clothes once you are done.

Are you going to stay nearby?

[Clem slowly starts peeling off her old, dirty clothing. It's okay because Dany's also a girl.]

Yes, I will not stay nearby. You do not need to fear. [ Drogon, who had followed them at a respectable distance, decides now is a good time to land on her shoulder. Too large to do such a thing, she tries to shrug him off but he will not move digging his claws into her shoulder. ]

You will be safe.

[Clem tests the water before slipping in, up to her chin. She stares at Drogon.]

Does it hurt?

[ With a reassuring smile she shakes her head. ]

No, I have grown used to the claws, his brothers oft do the same.

[ A hand raises to caress the dragon's head softly, he snorts smoke and leans into her touch. ]

He is fierce and protective, but also gentle. [ With her at least. ] Would you like to touch him?

[Her eyes go wide as she hangs on to the edge of the tub.]

Can I?

[That's a HELL YES.]

[ Her smile grows and she nods, cross the space towards the bath with Drogon still on her shoulder. The black-and-red dragon flaps his wings and lets out a noise, a sort of screech and a hiss but not at all threatening. ]

Do not be frightened.

[ Daenerys kneels before the tub, bringing herself and the dragon down to Clementine's level.

Drogon shifts, leaning his head forward sniffing the young girl, taking in her scent. ]

[Clem hesitantly reaches out a hand, letting Drogon sniff it before she attempts to pet him, like you'd do with a dog.]

Hi...

[She's in awe.]

[ It seems to work, he makes no aggressive move, in fact he makes little move outside of shifting on his perch and wings. Seemingly content he lowers his head a little, a silent acceptance to the young girl to pet him.

His scales are warm to the touch, as if fire itself flowed through his veins. ]

Good dragon... you're so warm. [She's gentle in her petting, eyes wide and attentive. She manages to look away from him, to Dany.]

Why is he so warm?

He is called Drogon. [ A noise tumbles in his throat, a pleased sound it would seem. ]

Dragons are fire made flesh it is only natural that they radiate warmth as they do.

Hello, Drogon. My name is Clementine. [She continues to pet him, gaining confidence.]

Is he going to stay this tiny?

[ If dragons could purr, he would be purring right now. But he cannot, so she gets that rumble some more. ]

No I do not think so, with any luck he will grow large enough to ride and take me across the sea.

That would be so amazing...

[She's a little mesmerized by the idea of riding a dragon.]

It will be, of that I am certain. [ It excites Daenerys' greatly, to ride upon the back of dragons like Aegon the Conqueror did.

(though the dragon has three heads) ]

[To the dragon, now:] I hope you get big and strong, Drogon.

[ Almost in response he cries, flapping his wings and stirring up Dany's hair. It causes her to laugh. ]

So does it, now clean your hair and I find something dry to set out for you.

[ She rolls her shoulder and Drogon takes flight, flying around the room before perching on a chair nearby the tub. ]

[Clem jumps a little and laughs at that display.]

Okay.

[She'll go about washing her sticky, tangled hair, glancing over at Drogon occasionally.]

[ Drogon keeps an eye on her too, curling his tail around the chair while Dany finds some clothes. What she digs out is simple (though modern and thus very odd in her opinion), good enough for a girl so young, at least until she can find something better.

With them in hand she turns to show Clem. ]

Will these do?

[She has to push aside thick, wet hair to see what Dany is talking about. Wow, clean clothes. She hasn't had that in a long time.]

Yeah, that's perfect.

[ It brings a smile to her face, a bright pleased smile. ]

I'm glad you like them, there is a towel on the chair beside you.

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