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[open] april catch-all
Who: Daenerys Targaryen + Open Prompts
When: April!
Where: Aefenglom and outside the walls
What: Starting fresh for April. As a note: last month I'm dropping all threads, as I had some IRL stuff prevent me from focusing most of the month on plot due to COVID concerns. If you'd like to hash out what happened with our characters, please PM me! Here's a general list of what happened with Dany and her CR.
Warnings: N/A as of now.
FARMLANDS
[ The farmlands had begun to show promise. Once hollow and dying lands slowly began to heal and one by one, the rows of crops began to push up at the dirt. The smallest of buds, stalks, and vines began to seep from the soil reaching out for any warmth. Daenerys had no say in the success – it is instead the few workers and visitors who assisted. The khaleesi hated remaining idle, so she learned the best she could – leading and guiding others with diligent tasks and getting her own hands messy when she could.
It still wasn't enough to carry things on for herself, however.
a. Visitors – Open
The latest partnership elderly Edre, the owner of the farmlands, agreed upon was supplying two of her best horses to a section of the city guards in Aefenglom. Daenerys spends her morning out in the front of the stable, brushing down the mane and tail of the two horses. She can be heard humming from the distance, a lullaby she can't even recall the words to. Part of her wanted to wish it was her brother who sung it to her when they had nothing else to their name as children, but the thought was untrue. It was a hymn the children in markets would sing – one that was about dragons flying free, but that was all she could recall. Instead of lyrics, the wordless hum carries among such a menial task.
b. Passerby (afternoon) – LIMITED - 0/1 *
However, later that day... anyone traveling the roads leading back to Aefenglom would find quite a sight. A cart, wheel broken and a few bags of wheat and rye tossed off the path. A few yards into the treeline and no sight of its owner... Will you follow into the broken shrubbery and path deeper to hear a pained neigh? ]
*A limited slot! This will be an action-oriented prompt where they find Dany attacked by a Shade. One horse is injured, which will be a tw: animal death if the appropriate prompts are taken, the other is running around. Dany is not capable of fending for herself yet.
CITY BUSINESS
[ Daenerys, despite her problems earlier in the day, arrives for a day in Aefenglom. A foul mood hangs over her head, part shame and part anger. There was still work to be done regardless... so she meets with the people, with her fellow council-members and the city guard to deliver the remaining horse, per agreement.
a. In Parliament – LIMITED - 1/2
The council was something... different. She did not bode well with sharing power, but she's learning. The greater good was to serve the people, to protect their own kind – right? She sits in silence most of the meetings – unusually so. Perhaps it was the disappointment of not pushing forth Asura's idea properly that weighs on her or the events earlier in the day, but she never brings up her discourse. It was in the past, but perhaps her mind still lingered.
It, however, was more accurate to assume Daenerys is critical on herself. Perhaps a Queen isn't needed here, she wonders, but refuses to truly accept the self-pity. All she has known is wanting to go home, go reclaim what was hers ... everything else feels foreign now. So, she is abnormally distant – interjecting only when needed. That does not mean she will ignore anyone when dismissed from the meeting...
b. Market District – Open
The city was as bustling as always, but there was a caution since the Rathmores were seized and executed. Shops closed at sunset, more guards filtered through the market. That pleased her when she first arrived. It was a small change, one that put herself at ease.
Daenerys stops at the wharf first to gather a healthy supply of fish for Drogon, who remained on the farmlands during this venture.
When the smell of lemoncake seeps through the air outside of a bakery, Daenerys will find herself curious. The tartness – it's undeniable and it had been some time since she had anything with lemons. So carefully, she'll eye through the window of one of the bakeries like a child tempted by a second dessert.
Finally, she'll browse through a winery, beckoned by the seller's calls to passerbys to try the latest uncorked bottles. Fortunately, she does not feel compelled to drink – the last time such an occasion happened, she was nearly poisoned... So, Dany awkwardly and insistently declines. ]
MEMORY SHARE
[ Daenerys once dreamed of a giant throne cast of iron swords and of her child's face she can't quite see clearly. She dreamed of a man who would love her unconditionally, but never once could parse his identity. Dreams of lemon trees and red doors often found themselves keeping her tight in her bed until the sun crept upon the horizon.
But, dreams in Aefenglom were not of wonder or omens. They were magic, she knows this to be true, forced upon them without consent or reason. This one is no different... The Looking Glass House was all but wondrous, imposing and still for the curious. Upon arriving, Dany's mirror was clear: dragonscales line the frame and twigs from a lemon tree sprout from the cracks and edges and underneath the edges glows an ember of fire. Anyone who dares go to Dany's mirror...? Oh, they were in for some Fun Times... ]
*Dany's prompts are here to choose from. Please list which memory you'd like to see and I can whip something up!
WILDCARD
[ Dany will be stopping in Aefenglom for business, but will make a special stop at the refugee area in city. She'll be delivering some extra bags of goods from the farm's owner and ensuring they have been treated well. She will also offer jobs to the strong refugees who wish to find coin and housing outside of the city.
Additionally, Dany would not be opposed to watching a meteor shower if she has visitors late at the farmlands!
If you have an idea for another wildcard, please feel free to PM me and we can hash it out! ]
When: April!
Where: Aefenglom and outside the walls
What: Starting fresh for April. As a note: last month I'm dropping all threads, as I had some IRL stuff prevent me from focusing most of the month on plot due to COVID concerns. If you'd like to hash out what happened with our characters, please PM me! Here's a general list of what happened with Dany and her CR.
Warnings: N/A as of now.
FARMLANDS
It still wasn't enough to carry things on for herself, however.
a. Visitors – Open
The latest partnership elderly Edre, the owner of the farmlands, agreed upon was supplying two of her best horses to a section of the city guards in Aefenglom. Daenerys spends her morning out in the front of the stable, brushing down the mane and tail of the two horses. She can be heard humming from the distance, a lullaby she can't even recall the words to. Part of her wanted to wish it was her brother who sung it to her when they had nothing else to their name as children, but the thought was untrue. It was a hymn the children in markets would sing – one that was about dragons flying free, but that was all she could recall. Instead of lyrics, the wordless hum carries among such a menial task.
b. Passerby (afternoon) – LIMITED - 0/1 *
However, later that day... anyone traveling the roads leading back to Aefenglom would find quite a sight. A cart, wheel broken and a few bags of wheat and rye tossed off the path. A few yards into the treeline and no sight of its owner... Will you follow into the broken shrubbery and path deeper to hear a pained neigh? ]
*A limited slot! This will be an action-oriented prompt where they find Dany attacked by a Shade. One horse is injured, which will be a tw: animal death if the appropriate prompts are taken, the other is running around. Dany is not capable of fending for herself yet.
CITY BUSINESS
a. In Parliament – LIMITED - 1/2
The council was something... different. She did not bode well with sharing power, but she's learning. The greater good was to serve the people, to protect their own kind – right? She sits in silence most of the meetings – unusually so. Perhaps it was the disappointment of not pushing forth Asura's idea properly that weighs on her or the events earlier in the day, but she never brings up her discourse. It was in the past, but perhaps her mind still lingered.
It, however, was more accurate to assume Daenerys is critical on herself. Perhaps a Queen isn't needed here, she wonders, but refuses to truly accept the self-pity. All she has known is wanting to go home, go reclaim what was hers ... everything else feels foreign now. So, she is abnormally distant – interjecting only when needed. That does not mean she will ignore anyone when dismissed from the meeting...
b. Market District – Open
The city was as bustling as always, but there was a caution since the Rathmores were seized and executed. Shops closed at sunset, more guards filtered through the market. That pleased her when she first arrived. It was a small change, one that put herself at ease.
Daenerys stops at the wharf first to gather a healthy supply of fish for Drogon, who remained on the farmlands during this venture.
When the smell of lemoncake seeps through the air outside of a bakery, Daenerys will find herself curious. The tartness – it's undeniable and it had been some time since she had anything with lemons. So carefully, she'll eye through the window of one of the bakeries like a child tempted by a second dessert.
Finally, she'll browse through a winery, beckoned by the seller's calls to passerbys to try the latest uncorked bottles. Fortunately, she does not feel compelled to drink – the last time such an occasion happened, she was nearly poisoned... So, Dany awkwardly and insistently declines. ]
MEMORY SHARE
But, dreams in Aefenglom were not of wonder or omens. They were magic, she knows this to be true, forced upon them without consent or reason. This one is no different... The Looking Glass House was all but wondrous, imposing and still for the curious. Upon arriving, Dany's mirror was clear: dragonscales line the frame and twigs from a lemon tree sprout from the cracks and edges and underneath the edges glows an ember of fire. Anyone who dares go to Dany's mirror...? Oh, they were in for some Fun Times... ]
*Dany's prompts are here to choose from. Please list which memory you'd like to see and I can whip something up!
WILDCARD
Additionally, Dany would not be opposed to watching a meteor shower if she has visitors late at the farmlands!
If you have an idea for another wildcard, please feel free to PM me and we can hash it out! ]
thank you! just playing catch-up and trying to stay busy with freelance. ;_;
It does. I've been here for what feels like a lifetime already, but we are no closer to returning to our worlds beyond the mirror. If we can return... I am fearful it will be quite the long road indeed.
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But if one does return, will that not also be a long road, especially in explaining the series of events that have transpired?
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[ There's a bit of sadness in her voice, but it was honest. One of the few times she allowed herself to be so. ]
If those who have lived here before us, brought the world from nothing knows not of our arrival or how to return us, it does not bode well.
[ And then, she snaps out of her words as if she realizes far too quickly what she had done. There's a dismissive laugh as her eyes look down, a hand tucking a stray tress of her curls behind her horn. ]
Forgive me, I speak of how freeing these farmlands are and I plant seeds of sorrow.
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But he doesn't. What he recognizes instead is that this is not the only person who has benefited from being here. It's impossible to not remember his long discussion with Maria about this topic, although this one benefits from greater soberity.]
I suppose it does not. And I know that there are those who'd rather remain here if returning home is suddenly on the table.
[Alucard's not a stranger to conversations just becoming depressing. He's Alucard.]
Conversations will twist and turn as they will. There's no need for apologies.
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[ She's a realist – experienced in the sad truths of the world... but these farmlands were meant to be peaceful and clear her mind. She'd be cruel to complicate matters, even with simple visitors. ]
I suppose all we can do is wait until that day comes? When we can return home, I hope.
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[Alucard's very good at lying to himself about being an adult. He's good at dodging heavy topics, that's what he well and truly means to say.]
And until that day comes, be comfortable as we care to make ourselves.
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You make it sound so simple.
[ She was teasing, there's a small uptick at the corner of her lips to indicate as such. ]
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[He always does, doesn't he. Kill Dracula and everything will be fine. Get comfortable and endure. The hardest things in practice.
Alucard's own tone is dry, and he takes it a little more seriously than truly meant.]
That's my task complete at least. What do you suggest doing here to make a trip so far out this way well worth it?
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Her eyes roam past the fields by the barns, to the brush far off in the distance. ]
If you're a hunter, there is a forest brimming with game or Shades. There is a bounty for cleaning them out of the lands. My knight is often in there.
[ But, is that worth it? She makes a face, like a child who tasted something sour. ]
If you don't mind company, the Lady of the land had put stew on this morning. It should be done – you're welcome to join me.
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Alucard feels a faint flush go over his cheeks, and he turns his attention to stew.]
I would appreciate that deeply, if there's enough to share.
we can wrap this up and hopefully have some stuff next month!?
[ There's a bit of vulgarity, sure, but it's mostly amusement. The woman of the land was certainly old in body, but youthful in spirit. Her cooking attested to the love she had for visitors, of course. ]
You're welcome here, always.
Sounds good your tag was a perfect closer