intro log: august

[faileas]

Intro Log: August

I. ARRIVAL Out of nowhere, a glint of light catches your eye; your heart thunders in your ears as your body moves on its own, your mind consumed with inspecting the source. Your reflection stares back at you, just as curious from the surface - a mirror, a pool of water, your most trusted sword, something fleeting that your mind can barely remember - then ripples at your touch. A moment later, you feel a tug, and you find yourself stumbling into a dark, musty room. Behind you, a mirror stands ornately decorated with reminders of home wrought in brass and wood: the faces of people you know, and symbols important to you; all things that send a pang through your chest with the desire to return to them. Touching the mirror's surface does nothing but leave the stain of your fingerprints. When you turn to survey the room, you find there are hundreds of other mirrors. None of them are as decorated as yours - they're plain and dusty, speckled with age. Then you realize a second thing: You're not alone. Distantly, the ringing bell of a clocktower can be heard. But no matter its distance, the time is clear to make out: it chimes three times, stark, resonating like a pulse of something in this mirrored hall that you and many others have found yourselves in. For those familiar with magic, they might feel the power of the witching hour upon them, though it will feel different from what they're used to - in fact, everything does. You're certainly not the only ones here, however. On the first floor, with the doors wide open behind them in the foyer, is a small group headed by two individuals. As people begin to arrive, to come from the higher floor, they're waiting - and they're waiting for you, and your questions. Explore the rest of the mirrored halls you've now found yourselves in, or proceed to the foyer? Leaving the Looking-Glass House makes it obvious that the clock striking three was for 3 AM - the night sky is faintly cloudy, but the stars are brighter with the absence of the sister moons in the sky - it's the new moon, after all. The Looking-Glass House is rather nondescript two-story cottage made of grey brick, sitting at the edge of The Coven's courtyard; stones which glow as you step on them mark the path to and from the two buildings. While fairly small and plain on the outside, the inside has been enchanted to be the size of a large library, with hundreds upon hundreds of mirrors hanging, standing, and resting inside its walls. Some are broken, some are cracked, and some seem completely uninjured - but all of them are just as plain as the cottage itself, showing age in the silver beneath their glass and in the greening of their metals... Well, all except a character's personal mirror; to characters, one mirror - the one they came through - will be decorated lavishly with metal-and-wood-wrought reminders of home, and the surface will be as clear as a brand-new mirror.

II. THE WELCOME PARTY Whether you've decided to find a way out of the building you've arrived in, or decided to explore the rest of the Looking-Glass House - and perhaps finding a few familiar faces among the crowd - you feel a pull towards the foyer of the first floor. It's like a firm suggestion, as if to take you by the hand and draw you to where it begins, and the source of it becomes quite apparent upon finding one's way to the front room: a tall, comfortably-dressed older woman and her even taller wolfish companion. "There's always a right lot of you coming in, aren't there." The woman sets her hands on her hips, with her Bonded casting a glance at those looking confused - newly arrived - and those who may have followed them in to talk to the newest addition of their mirrorbound bunch. "About time for introductions though- this here's Mhairi Ainsley, ambassador to the Parliament and my Bonded, and I'm Nerissa Bell, Head Witch of the Coven - but you can just call me Miss Nessie, you can," she adds, winking. "The lot of you must be as tired and confused as the last batch - hullo to those who've joined us, too! - so just a moment, dearests, I'll set all you right up—" With nothing more than a wave of her hand, rows of insanely colorful seats are summoned; half of them are wooden (sturdy and comfortable besides that), with the rest being misshapen and bag-like. Regardless, the seats fill the foyer and spread out a ways into the lawn behind them, making room for all of the new arrivals as well as the previous batch, should they have come to check on things. The Witches and Monsters that accompanied Nessie and Mhairi move to make room, and some disperse into the building itself to see if there's anyone who needs tending to. Mhairi steps forward as the chairs materialize. "Please, those who are able, join us for a moment. There are many questions that I'm sure you have - we will do our utmost best to answer them, and you may take any that we can't as a promise to find some sort of solution or answer." NOTE: If you wish to interact with Nessie and Mhairi, please comment here. You have the option of handwaving the IC interaction to OOCly ask what questions your character might have for them, for us to summarize an answer for, or you can request an IC thread. Simply specify in your comment's subject and we'll respond accordingly. Additionally, those with notable injuries or sickness will be attended to ASAP by Coven-based witches, and should anyone be curious about what they are - if they have magic potential, or if they swing a different way - then this can be done during this and the general hour or so the new arrivals are within the Coven's grounds. There are ongoing classes on magic, monsters, and Bonding as well, though they take place more during the day than at night - feel free to have your characters attend them at any time!

III. THE HAVEN After an hour or two of general chaos, questions that the natives attempt to help with, and injuries tended to for those who arrive in poor condition, it's time to make a trek through a bit of leftover ice and snow to where you'll be staying while Nessie and Mhairi continue to search for a solution to the situation. As you're leaving with a few Bonded for guides, peculiar-looking devices - watches, the native Witches explain, compliments of Parliament - are passed around to all the new arrivals; they're given a quick rundown on their functions and bid to test them out when they can. They can even do it as they make their way out of the Coven's courtyard and to the Haven. Formerly part of the Aristocratic District, The Haven is just as well-kept and brightly-lit as the district it hails from. The houses err on the tall and ornamental-side, large enough to fit several families (or, according to the upper class, their one family, several dozen servants, and guests), especially closest to the Aristocratic District. They become a little more modest and smaller as one gets away from the realm of high society and nearer to the Residential District proper. Newcomers are shuffled here and invited to find somewhere to live - the Coven is currently handling expenses for the houses themselves in a program implemented by the Parliament, though if your character wishes to have anything extra - like maids, chefs, and so on - they'll have to pay for them themselves with their own earned money. Much of the landscape and fixtures are the same as in the Aristocratic Districts, though it lacks formal emergency services due to its roots as part of a district that already did. Much of the housing already has furnishing due to the speed at which homeowners were relocated; they were given enough time to collect their valuables, but standard furniture such as kitchenware, couches, beds, etc. were left behind for those moving in. Other houses appear the same, but the dust on the floors suggest these houses were left before the new arrivals even showed up - a reminder that the Cwyld can strike just about anyone, regardless of standing. Another portion of this district has been opened up to the new arrivals: the barracks, the row of buildings pressed against the very edge of the Bright Wall. As the city's military force no longer has the same presence it previously did, the barracks have gone into disuse, and a cleanup effort has been in place since before the new arrivals came through the Looking-Glass House. For those who desire something a little less opulent, the barracks might just be the answer. The barracks can also be used for business, for a welcome center, a communal space, for anything that the residents of the Haven see fit to use it for - so long as the legality isn't questionable, on the surface. To help with filling up the larger houses - and even some of the smaller ones, and the shared rooms in the barracks - the Witches put together a little roommate finding service, on a smaller scale from the grand opening of the Haven. For those who aren't entirely sure who they want to shack up with, they have a small survey for them to fill out and post on the board they've magicked up in the center of The Haven. The board also very helpfully reads aloud each form for everyone to hear in a cheerful, monotone voice. It isn't able to be shut up, nor is it easy to ignore, being imbued with a kind of amplification magic. It reads simply the information you've offered up yourself, or that someone might have written up for you, should that be their idea of fun.

IV. LÙNASA Just like three months ago, those new to Aefenglom have found themselves brought to the city in the middle of a celebration. From dusk of Aguril 1st to the dusk of Aguril 3rd, Aefenglom celebrates something fairly special: Lùnasa. Traditionally, Lùnasa celebrates all kinds of traditional marriages sanctioned by Parliament, generally of the arranged kind, and handfastings, a ceremony based more on love and how long it lasts. The Coven's Bonds err on this side of things, though some Witches do have official spouses - Miss Nessie and Mhairi are an example of this, though not everyone marries their Bonded, either. Many of them are made during this festival, prompting the city to dress for the occasion just in case they find themselves in the middle of a ceremony, and just as many of them are formally renewed. Like during Litha, shops offer lovemaking potions, but only to those renewing vows or taking them; smaller fireworks, like sparklers and fountains, are also a common sight. Lùnasa is also home to the city's largest fashion show, showcasing fun and upcoming trends in the city. No experience is required to sign up to show off designs or to model them, and hundreds of tailors and needlework experts come together to quickly make dreams into reality for the end of the festival, when the show happens in genuine. The clothing is often wild and sorted into three categories: children, where those 14 and younger can submit their designs and model them as well; popular, where those 15 and older can do the same to try and vie for the judges' vote on what's in and what's out; and bonding, where all ages aspire to modify and make personal the traditional garbs of marriage and handfasting. While circumstances might be a little weird - and the month is a little cold coming in, given the snowstorm that happened at the end of last month - there's plenty to do, plenty to see, and plenty to take your mind off of just what a weird experience this all might be. Though those who have been in Aefenglom for a while now might notice something different over the course of the festival: they're a little more powerful than before, almost similar to the free-feeling that Boaltinn encouraged. Spells can still go awry, but the results will be much bigger - but it's frowned upon to use magic during festivals. Then again, characters will feel as if they're about to burn up if they don't use it a little... Well, just one spell beneath the shadow of the new moons wouldn't hurt, would it? a. JUST IN CASE While the city is dressed up on the off chance they might be roped into an impromptu wedding ceremony - it's likely that those who aren't native to Aefenglom don't have such luck. Thankfully, the tailors of city are offering free clothes on the caveat they advertise for them by wearing them around the festivities - they're long yet breathable garments, with colors that are fairly muted oranges and reds, not unlike the coming fall. It'd seem the fear of red skies from Litha has started to fade as nothing else too terrible has happened to the city at large, at least on the surface. And as it turns out, those offers might be better timed than they think: characters will be pulled into ceremonies at random to act as witnesses, to serve as dance partners for lonely folk, or just because they really needed someone to even out the numbers. b. ON THE CATWALK An annual occasion, the Aefenglom Fashion Show is always a bustling, bright time for those young and old to strut their stuff and try their best to either follow the latest trends, or spark them into being. Unfortunately, they're running a little low on models this year - many of their other ones decided to try their hand at sewing themselves - and so they're accepting volunteers! Willing or not; many of the more aggressive youths aren't above dragging those they deem perfect enough to wear their clothing to the back of the stage set up in the center of the Shopping District and pushing them out onto the catwalk dressed to the nines in all sorts of ridiculous-looking styles. c. EYE-CATCHING A few of the newest fashionistas in town have tried their hand at some rather... peculiar-looking clothing - but none so peculiar as those found in Precogstitchin' or Arwel's Tailory, in two completely different ways. While those who try on a piece or two of Precogstichin's wares will find themselves the center of attention due to their rather avant-garde shape, color, and pattern choices - not to mention accessories and rumor of being made of arachne silk! - those who try on Arwel's wares will find themselves being stopped quite frequently in the street despite the rather plain and dull colors and formless shapes the tailory provides as free samples. d. NEW MOON RITES While native Witches bemoan their weakened magics - some even expressing relief the new moon happens to land on a festival this year so they don't have to notice just how weak they are, mirrorbound Witches will find themselves feeling just the opposite: they're stronger. For those that chance a little magic despite the unspoken rules of the festivals in Aefenglom, they'll find the expelling of energy to be very relieving, as if a weight lifts off their shoulders. For those that refuse the siren's song of release, however, sparks of magical energy will fly from them, with a myriad of results - enchanting inanimate objects, transforming animals from one thing to another, starting small fires, creating illusions of the person or creature they fear the most... and so on.

Welcome to the intro log! While mingling on the log itself is highly encouraged, feel free to make your own logs; take the prompts offered and go wild, go crazy, go stupid, have fun. The network system is free to use once characters have their watches as well; information on that can be found at the bottom of the Setting page, while any extra questions about it can be found in the FAQ index. Quests can be picked up now as well! While new characters will have to get settled in, you can go ahead and put your name on some by replying to the August's Quest Pickup thread on the Quest Board. Finally, if your character is getting into any Shenanigans, let the mods know, and if you have any questions about the log, ask them here!

Comments

[freeing]

[ STOP SHE'S SEASON 7.

It was an idle truth she could not ignore. She ruled people who needed a Queen of compassion and kindness – intent on breaking the wheel that keeps them in chains. She was just as powerless as the ones brought here – she's spoken to them since arriving, desperate for answers and some form of connection. Finding Jorah here was a blessing, something she can never chalk up to happenstance. It was destiny – and Daenerys believed in hers.

The sudden twist back leaves her showing an expression of shock, one that Jorah may have never truly saw before. Words fail her. She can not refute him – not when he so devotedly reminds her of what she inspires. How badly she tries to encourage others to keep going. ]

Ser Jorah – [ There's a tension in her stomach, an uncertainty to the way he tries to root sense into her. Never presume to touch me or speak my name again. It feels like far too long ago when she uttered those words and now? His touch lingers long enough for her to regain her senses as well. As he pulls away she nods, as if he spoke something into existence once more. ] Right. You.. you are right.

[ It was a topic she will discuss later – when she can have more weight in her conviction. When others will believe her to be Queen.

They walk once more in the direction of the apartment building, not stopping to the tailors or last minute offerings from the vendors. ]

I believe there are plenty of empty quarters to claim as your own. I came with nothing, but there are locks and privacy for you to keep your weaponry guarded. It is better than living on the streets. [ Trust her: she knows. She did see him armed, his sword at his side, at least. ] ...Since arriving... have you seen them?

[ The way she speaks, slow and careful – as if trying not to get her hopes up – hangs in the air. He can clue in what she was asking. ]

[heartsbane]

[ Jorah remembers her words from before with much pain and discomfort. he still feels apprehension in assuming it is okay to say her name or touch her, knowing that she isn't one to easily retract her words. one day, he'll give himself a break and finally believe he has cleaned the slate and earned himself back into her good graces. even now, he feels he has to earn it. maybe even more so than before. after all, he is all she can rely on. ]

Good. Glad that is settled.

[ it says something that he would dare touch her so bluntly now. as trying as this experience has been, he must insist that Daenerys remain on her own two feet. she doesn't have her Unsullied, her dragons nor does she have any of her followers. Jorah isn't so quick as to assume that she should simply become Queen of this land, but she is still of Targaryen blood. it means something even here. he will strive to ensure everyone else knows that. ]

My sword will not be stored away anytime soon, khaleesi. But I appreciate the concern. You deserve your privacy the most.

[ no handmaidens for you this time around. time to teach Jorah how to properly do your hair, Dany.

at the talk of them, he has to cautiously survey their surroundings as they walk together, attempting to determine if she was speaking of anyone specifically. her words are vague but said in a way that insists she is being careful. he picks up on context clues and simply breathes deeply through his nose in return. ]

I have. And I have no answers for you as of yet. All I know is that there are worse things than Stone Men that exist.

[freeing]

[ She did not scorn him as she would before. Even if he returned to Westeros, it would be her who embraced him. He knows his place, he respects his place at her side. This situation was different, however. They needed each other – a face, a tether to the world left behind, a sliver of hope.

Now that they had begun to walk, she nods and adjusts her gaze back to him. ]

You must rest sometime, my friend. Your sword will only weigh you down. [ His devotion was unmatched but he is still human(?). Mortal, at the very least. ] If you seek privacy as well, please consider staying close to me. I am not so sure of the people here but I now know your intent clearer than ever.

[ If anything, his betrayal and her forgiveness ignites a sense of faith in him. It scares her that she forgives him when she would behead anyone else or burn them with dragonfire if they betrayed her. Fate had brought them back together, again and again – a Queen does well to keep her most loyal subjects alive, after all.

Her fingers lace in front of her, walking slower as the sensitive subject arises. ]

You... believe so? They are like creatures from nightmares, but they are people. They speak as if this is normal, accept it as simply nature. [ It is abnormal, but she looks down to her own hands. ] They are not the Witches this world speaks of. They are something else.

[heartsbane]

I will not allow myself to grow encumbered. You needn't worry about me.

[ aka his sword isn't going nowhere and even you can't tell him otherwise. after being gone from her for so long, she has to prepare that he will attach himself to her lip like a puppy dog. or baby bear. whatever is more tongue-in-cheek for this situation.

she insists herself that he remain close, and he lets out a happy little sigh that she will hopefully not notice. Jorah is relieved to hear her provide him permission, but he knows to still give her the room and space a young woman needs. what Daenerys deserves. simply being close enough to be at her beck and call is enough for him. ]

I understand the want to treat them as normal. Believe me when I say it pains me to look like a fool or hypocrite.

[ Jorah understands that they're to be embraced like the men and women who bear powers of their own. this place is far more mystical than that of Essos, where only rumors and tales of magic existed, let alone fearsome beasts similar to some of the people — as Daenerys has described — he has already crossed paths with. it's a delicate topic, surely, and one that requires further investigation. add it to the ever-growing list of things for him to do, something that has grown exponentially within the last five minutes. ]

We must still be apprehensive. Do not allow yourself to trust anyone so easily. I am the last to give that advice, but I hope you understand.

[freeing]

I will, please grow use to it.

[ Worry, she means. There's a shooting glance, as if demanding he not question her further on it. As they move through the crowd, away from the action and last bit of people trying to make the most of the festivity, Daenerys feels at odds with him. She does not want to fear those who have at least helped her as much as they could. ]

They are strangers, but so were the slaves in the Free Cities. Missandei. You. [ Of course, she does not enlist them to a cause that puts her on a throne here, but... she stops mid-step to address him directly. ] How will we ever find answers unless we gain their trust in return?

[ Dany frowns a bit, eyes looking down as if she was a child who had Jorah's words go through one ear and out the other. It truly takes her a few moments to weigh his words. Still in awe that he was standing before her. Offering advice as if no time had passed between them. ]

But... I will be more thoughtful in my reservations. If only to live by your council. [ There is a small, forced smile on her tired features. ] I... do not have anything here. No love. No birthright. No children. No army. Only you. I will need your strength once again and I offer a promise to you: we will return home. I have faith in that.

[heartsbane]

[ mumblemumble. whatever, Dany. he'll get used to it if he wants. you're not his real mom.

insert daddy joke here. ]

Daenerys... This is far from that of the Free Cities. I fear you may not find another Missandei here waiting for the right person to follow.

[ he understands the need to try and equate that of this world to their home, but it isn't. that is a simple fact. and while Jorah had just drove home how important it is for her to continue to think of herself as a Queen, he can't have her walking the streets and attempting to connect with them like they were normal subjects. almost any of these supposed monsters have a physical advantage over him, let alone Dany. he wants nothing more than for her gentle heart to persist, but not at the cost of putting her in danger. ]

We shall take it day by day. Weed out the good and the bad. There are surely some that we can learn to rely on... with time. Time is important.

[ he's just as comforted that he can speak to Dany like this again. it all comes back so naturally. the advice, the back-and-forth, the almost-constant arguing between the two. Jorah may have been apprehensive by many things, but he never shows hesitation when it comes to telling her what is on his mind.

there's a moment where he was about to speak too soon when it's in regards to her having "no love", but he doesn't have a place. Jorah instead restrains himself, listening intently and giving her a nod of acknowledgement when she pushes forward with confident. ]

We shall. It does not need to be said, but I shall say it for you again — I shall lay down my life for you should it help you return.

[freeing]

[ Just this icon in response.

Jorah's words do mean the world to her. It was not until this moment that she lets them sink in, hook her – it was truly a miracle to have him back. The poor misfortune of their paths being far from Westeros was put aside, Dany sees the beauty in what reunion they do have. ]

I will never try to replace her. Nor to anyone else for that matter. [ Defensively, she states her thoughts on that fairly clear. ] If we do not show a willingness, they will always be strangers – never allies.

[ And that is who she has to win over. People with more experience. With a better chance at answers. He comes to an agreement with her – as she does with him. Her stubbornness stands firm to ensure they will try to make the best out of a situation where they are both the same: captors. The monsters and witches were not responsible for the circumstances they find themselves in and she does not hold no blame to them. Not unless she learns they are the ones dragging them through the mirrors.

Direct, she does not falter in her view but – he has reminded her time was the hardest part of their journey. Thoughtfully, she lets it sink in. ]

But, we will approach cautiously. I will hold your advice close to me, my bear.

[ There's a slight twist to her features. The sentiment had almost come to pass many times thus far. Dothraki rider, freeing Slaver's Bay, facing the Sons of the Harpy when he did not need to. Dany keeps her hands clasped in front of her, but there's a quickness to her steps – finally the pathways they walk are quiet. ]

Let us hope it does not come to that.

[heartsbane]

I did not think you would. —Or could, for that matter.

[ she has (had) some truly unique, special people at her side. it will be hard for these strangers to ever try to fill that void, let alone provide something remotely similar as a replacement. Missandei will be sorely missed. gods, Jorah may even feel like he can admit to missing the likes of Tyrion and even Barristan.

which, reminder: thanks D&D for never showing Jorah's response to finding out Barristan got killed. maybe he'll find out here at some point!?!?

Jorah gives her a dutiful nod. he won't stop her from remaining optimistic. his goal is to be mindful and observant, and if Daenerys is unable to restrain herself, he will simply yank her the fuck back if she does anything foolish. they're back to being normal enough for that, right? right. ]

Ah, it warms my heart to hear that pet name of yours, khaleesi.

[ and probably makes an audible tink come from his armor, but we'll ignore that. Jorah follows her until they're more alone, where their voice can speak normally. they likely have someways to go, so it's time to play catch up. ]

It is likely not to our benefit to talk of the past right now, but I am too curious for my own good. What were you doing last before you came to here?

[freeing]

[ It was the people she surrounds herself with that empowers her. That gives her a fuel to the endless flames that burn inside of her. Having Jorah here was a blessing she can't bring to words – it felt like the close of a chapter of Daenerys Stormborn that she wanted to move on from. Essos was far from her mind, only the throne. Part of her wondered if she would ever see Jorah again – hell, if she'd ever return to the simple life without war or chasing a damn chair made of swords.

So much had happened. Barristan's death, Daario left behind, the allegiance with the Greyjoys and Master of Whispers from Westeros – now there was little she could do to return to where her mind had been for years.

Adjusting to the current task in front of her now. ]

It is cold, so hold onto that warmth. [ A small smile soon follows. Khaleesi – it warmed her as well. His next question seems odd, but for her – he had not returned to her. She assumes he had not heard of her travels. ] We had just taken Dragonstone. It was empty, abandoned and dead. It was a ghost of what I envisioned it, but it is secure.

[ A pause: ]

...Did you remain in Essos? Perhaps went to Asshai...?

[heartsbane]

You may find it hard to believe, but I embrace the cold like a long-lost lover. It has been a long time.

[ he didn't get to return to Westeros, to travel past the wall or set foot in Winterfell. the last several years have been primarily dirt and sand for the man, with a sun beating down on his shoulders and salt in the wind from the many bodies of water he has traveled. if there's anything to enjoy about this foreign land, it's how the bite of chill nips at his skin. Jorah won't lose the importance of her words, however. the cold only makes those warm moments all the more to savor.

Jorah listens intently as Daenerys explains her recent events to him. he has known about Dragonstone, of course, through his research in an attempt to reunite with her. learning of her successfully taking it without having to fight Lannisters or Baratheons brings a brief smile on his face, but then he realizes Dragonstone is without its queen. ]

I cannot fathom what your disappearance has done to the political landscape.

[ Tyrion has likely grown a grey beard already, and poor Missandei must feel lost and confused. it's a painful thought to bear, and one he regrets planting in Dany's mind. good thing she has asked about his past, which he is more than happy to speak of if it provides a proper distraction. ]

I traveled many places in a short period of time. At the end, I was closer to King's Landing than you. The Citadel was where I found a cure. It... it has been a long journey. Too many words, too little time.

[freeing]

I can't even imagine, Ser. It feels unforgiving, a bit harsh.

[ She, of course, was being flowery with her choices. Almost as if she was alluding herself to being the cold. Where she once had shunned and exiled him – now she embraces him too. Funny, a Targaryen being likened to the cold. What an odd twist of fate.

She fumbles with her fingers as she walks, twisting them with a sense of nervousness. To sate her own feelings. Even as she was so pleased to have a familiar face here, she tries to hold her emotions back. Her fears and concerns – it must be hidden and instead a Queenly demeanor present.

Her expression merely falters at his mention of her disappearance. ]

That... was a concern of mine, yes. Without a Queen to fight for, they sit idle. They sit on a dead castle, overlooking a dead sea with allies who want to see the mother of dragons.

[ Her sadness does linger, as if she let her people down. ]

We shall return to them. I swear it.

[ We being the main word there. His own adventures become a topic to distract, yes yes! It makes her brows furrow sympathetically, lips part as if she lets out a pained noise. He was right – she doubts words could sum up his experiences. She knows not of what rests under his clothes or the torment he experienced but... ]

Soon. I want to hear about it soon. It is only right to know what you have experienced to return into my service. Not to humble my soul, but to allow me to show my appreciation.

[heartsbane]

It can be. But it makes you stronger for it. And you shall need as much strength as you can muster, khaleesi. Even more than you had before.

[ if she wants to be the cold in this analogy, she can nip at him all she wants, na'mean.

Jorah immediately regrets bringing his words to fruition. the last thing he wants is to supplement her concerns about what is going on back home. they have the slightest of ideas on how time even works here — Eren spoke of a Captain he had just seen, only for said Captain to act as if he hadn't seen the boy in years. perhaps the bear and his Queen lucked out to avoid such a headache, but it doesn't answer any of the other questions that are bound to come up regarding their situation. ]

They will hold the castle until you make your return. Our return. For now, focus on your own survival.

[ the poor man doesn't even know about how she was alone and fighting for exactly that not too long ago... they do have oh-so-much to catch up on. he would love to just sit with her, to pour some wine and talk like the friends they once were. to rebuild the friendship that has seen better days. maybe they'll have time to do that once they realize their lives aren't in consistent danger. for now, he'll start with making sure the room and board she has picked is safe and secure. ]

I will tell any story you wish to hear. Lend you my ear and shoulder as you tell me yours. Answer any question to the best of my ability. But first, please answer this—

—are we almost there yet?

[freeing]

[ His words mean so much to her. Even after the pain associated with his betrayal and the conflict she felt for forgiving him – he was her strength when she had none. Her name would mean nothing without the bear guiding her through the Red Wastes – and she is forever thankful.

To dwell on her on what-ifs, on the fear of her people being unable to defend themselves... it nips at her throat. Dany was ready to show vulnerability to him once more, the self-doubt on if she was even worthy of returning to them if she did nothing here. What else could they do right now? The answers remain quite hidden by magic and monsters. It pains her but she has to push those thoughts aside. The woman would never be able to shut her eyes and sleep if those thoughts plague her. ]

Our survival.

[ She corrects with a shooting glare. He was vowed to die for her if need be, but Dany will do everything in her power to prevent that. Always.

Her footsteps lead from smooth streets to cobblestone, the district's buildings growing taller than the shops they were surrounded by. Billows of smoke pour upwards to the sky from the taller buildings, there's one at the end of the row she gives a glance to. ]

The building at the end of this court. It is not much, but it is private and away from noise. I... feel at odds that it belonged to others, but I suppose that is now a trend. [ What with conquering and all!!! ] Hopefully, it will not bring attention to us.

[heartsbane]

[ a curious thought may eventually come to mind. one that may ask how Daenerys would have felt if they didn't have that last reunion before he went on a journey to find a cure to his greyscale. would she still be happy to see him here? would the relief of seeing a familiar face overcome any bitterness she has about his betrayal? they won't ever know, of course, and that is a good thing. he has only wanted to remain at her side since the beginning, and the better chance he has of doing so, the better.

he lets out a soft, breathless laugh at her correction, bowing his head apologetically soon after. she needn't worry. he won't make it easy for death to find him. not after everything that has happened. not with the knowledge of knowing how much she actually needs him. ]

It is not a pyramid, but it will do. You came from humble beginnings. That will change in due time.

[ Jorah inspects their new home from a distance, noting it for its multiple floors and its non-assuming nature. it'll be good enough to help make Daenerys comfortable. safe. so long as he can secure her privacy, he doesn't have anything to complain about himself. he'd be happy sleeping on the floor if he didn't have a choice. that is how grateful he is of crossing paths with his Queen once more. ]

But I fear you are the type to attract attention, khaleesi. And unless we plan to cut your hair and change everything that makes you... you, we must prepare for that.

[ a pause before immediately going to correct himself: ]

I do not want you to need to change anything, either. You are to remain exactly the same. Perhaps with less braids.

[ because Jorah's good at a lot, but not exactly doing someone's hair. ]

[freeing]

[ Fortunately, she had long since forgiven Jorah and sent him on a mission where his life truly depended on it. The world they find themselves now was not one of political games or thrones to claim – it was one where they must adapt and find a way home.

Dany's nose scrunches up a bit at the mention of humble beginnings. It's true – he's seen her wed to a horselord's clan which valued the soil against their backs and grass to their slumbering heads. ]

I do not want to attract attention or find a better dwelling. I want to go home.

[ They both know the definition of home is ... subjective. What Dany truly means by going home is honestly anywhere but here – back to Westeros. Back to the path they were meant to be on.

However, she chews on Jorah's words. Eyes shut as she stops at the front door leading into the hallways towards the stairs leading up to the fifth floor. ]

No one knows what Targaryen means here. No one knows who I am – it is as if I am the little urchin in Essos once more. [ It's bittersweet – a blessing and an insult. Even if she's given a distinction of Queen to a select few, it was simply a title. ] You need not worry of my braids, Missandei has taught me well enough.

[ That was at least a small, warm jest. The expanse of the hallway lined doors into individual apartments but she approaches the stairs, steps up and stops to look back to him. ]

We have more to talk about than the braids in my hair, Ser Jorah. We shall shelve this concern for another time. Come.

[ And up she goes up the stairs. Enjoy the view, dumb bear. :) ]

[heartsbane]

Wants and needs are two different things, Daenerys. Until we find a solution, this place will have to make do.

[ Jorah has spoken to several people that have been here for sometime now. there have been those that have disappeared after arriving, but he can't be so sure as to how and if it was even to their respective homes. whatever they do, he isn't going to allow himself to be separated from her ever again. he will not return until he knows exactly how to bring the both of them back, safely and together. ]

This is true. But perhaps this can be seen as a blessing. I always wished you had the chance to live a normal life, but knew your blood would never allow it.

[ his words conflict with what he had just said moments ago, but truthfully, he doesn't think he would complain if Daenerys got to enjoy being a young twenty-year-old lady for a little while. not as a Queen or a Targaryen who needed to pursue her family's ancestral destiny. just Dany. he has to chew on his thoughts for a while before he can settle on which mindset he likes more — the pursuit of something familiar like power, or to help her make the most out of her anonymity. only time will tell.

Jorah follows her into the building, inspecting the intricate differences between the homes in their world and that of what is currently surrounding them. it's not the worst thing he's lived in by far, and some may even find such a place comforting. he doesn't know how he feels at this point.

he does know he's more than comfortable walking up the stairs behind Dany, however. dayum, girl. ]

And I assume you will be at the top floor of this building? You are going to be testing how limber my knees are, you know.

[freeing]

[ She remains quiet as she ascends. He knows not to question her. She refuses to have him force his limited view of the world on her – the woman who made dreams come true. There is wisdom in his words, in his own suggestions. She may be swayed, but Daenerys was far too stubborn to be convinced unless she saw value.

She wants to get back, but they both need to as well. It weaves together in her heart, adding a pressure that makes her feel nervous. As if this woman had to put the weight of an entire world on her shoulders already. The small discomfort she has since arriving in this realm of beasts is curious – but her mind wanders far from witches and monsters. ]

I do not believe a normal life will be in the writings of fate for me. From Westeros to a world where men and beast are one? Where magic is wielded freely?

[ She does not take offense or sadness into it. She laughs, almost bitterly. One flight under her belt, they continue their climb. ]

It will keep you in a shape suitable for returning to my Queensguard then. [ An official offer, even if it was already implied hangs in the air. ] You scaled a pyramid for my summons, you will live.

[heartsbane]

[ he remains quiet as he inspects the booty. just kidding. not really. regardless, Jorah has no problem remaining silent until he needs to speak, simply enjoying and embracing the fact that he has gone from alone to having his khaleesi near him in the matter of minutes. things have not gone Jorah's way for a long, long time, but at least something finally has. he can't even begin to wonder the chances of it all, if there's an actual reason why it's just the two of them so far. there will be time for him to think about everything.

when he isn't looking at the booty, anyway. ]

Men have always been beasts in Essos, if you ask me. [ he had to insert that little quip, okay. ] But yes, you are correct, khaleesi. Perhaps normal is not a word that should be in either of our vocabularies.

[ Daenerys is quick to tell him to step the fuck up, and he'd laugh if the official invitation to being in her Queensguard wasn't included. he happily sighs and has to resist the urge to pull the damn woman into a hug for allowing him back into her life so easily and warmly. Jorah instead picks up his pace, ensuring that he climbs the stairs as proficiently as possible. ]

I would scale entire mountains for you, Daenerys. Of course I will live.

[freeing]

[ s l o w b u r n.

Daenerys did not ask for much in this world, she thinks. She has earned everything she wanted. Fought for it. Lost and suffered for it. Having someone here – knowing that her dearest friend had found himself back to her like he did in Qarth when she needed him most? It was a true blessing. ]

Bad men have been beasts, no matter the Kingdom. [ She thinks of Robert Baratheon who wanted to poison a pregnant woman, first of all. Of course, it brings a sting in her heart but – Jorah's involvement... ah, still complicated and fresh. The thought was pushed aside. ] We... will take it one day at a time, adjust as much as we need to.

[ Jorah may be horny on main for the young Queen, but she leads him up the stairs with a few fleeting glances back, curious of his words even if they still bring conflict in her heart. Who was she to ignore such loyalty...? ]

Scale the distance to a comfortable silken bed. No mountains in sight, fortunately.

[ And finally, to the 5th floor they go! ]

Ser, I have so many questions for you and not enough energy... I would look a child if I fell asleep seeking answers in your company.

[heartsbane]

[ more like q u i c k f r e e z e. he is Ser Cuck for a reason.

and a more defensive, less regretful Jorah would be quick to try and defend himself by saying he wanted nothing to do with her attempted poisoning, but it was futile. there's no undoing the fact that he was aware of the plot against her life. he can't award himself for preventing something he could have helped her avoid long before. it's all so complicated. he would like to pretend that he's willing to talk about it with her... but he isn't. it's an uncomfortable past that he can only hope they are both capable of moving past. ]

We are all beasts, Daenerys. Every last one of us.

[ even the good men — good men like Jorah — have acted like shameful animals in the past. it is only fair that some of them begin to look the same as how they are internally. he isn't about to beat down on himself, however, knowing full and well that his Queen wouldn't allow such behavior. he's much more content in showering her with praise, constantly reminding her that his allegiance to the woman could never be stronger than it is right now. ]

You talk as if sleep would not be wise. I can — I can watch over you, if you would prefer. I am unsure if you have been able to sleep well the last few nights.

[ he won't be a creep. promise. ]

[freeing]

[ They will not have talks of regret and mistakes. All had been forgiven. It was a stain that shall not be erased from their story, but they turn a page in hoping for a better chapter. One where Daenerys will not be betrayed.

He speaks in his own grace about beasts. All she does is return to him in Dothraki: ]

Better a beast than a monster, then.

[ It sounds aggressive, but it was most likely coming to terms with what was going on. How men turn and shift into sights Dany had never imagined. ...Even when the maegi claimed her son was such, her mind refuses to piece together the puzzle and now? It looks and talks with her as if nothing was wrong. These people... Dany does not judge, but only feels pity.

As they arrive in the long hallway, she does not stop until she is at the absolute end. A small door that has been carved above the lock with the Targaryen symbol – sorry, she's dramatic. ]

I will sleep once you have settled. Ser Jorah, this is where I have claimed. It is not much, but it will be home until we can find a solution to our problems. No one has stepped foot here since I arrived. I am of a confident mind that these places are free to be chosen, the keys underneath the at the entranceway. Please pick one.

[heartsbane]

Only time will tell.

[ Jorah replies in the Dothraki tongue, short but succinct in his words. monsters take a different meaning here to most, and he has to learn to embrace that if he is to know anything. perhaps these creatures here have better hearts than that of the normal humans that play games from the Red Tower in King's Landing. perhaps they are just as cruel and bloodthirsty as stories after say. he'll be on guard until he finds his answers — for the both of them.

he inspects that Targaryen symbol that has been (rather quickly) embedded into the door, smirking with satisfaction as the pad of his thumb runs along the etching. Daenerys certainly placed her stake in territory quickly enough. good for her. ]

Of course. I hope you won't mind that I pick the one adjacent to you. The closer I am, the quicker I can be at your side if you need me.

[ she'll certainly let him know if it's a problem, so he assumes it isn't by the time he walks over to the door of the apartment beside that of her own. Jorah groans as he bends down to grab the key, picking it up and inserting it into the door to open it for the first time. he's about to step inside when he remembers Dany isn't going anywhere. a step back and an extended arm towards the entranceway immediately follows. ]

Ladies first. Perhaps you can give me a tour if you are so familiar with the amenities already.

[freeing]

[ In the madness of the situation they find themselves in, Daenerys must find something for her own. She would be lost if she looks back, looks and sees nothing to be hopeful for. The symbol etched into her door was hers, it was a simple freedom she allows herself to have. For she must or she fears the feeling that she would have otherwise.

Jorah gets her approval with a nod. ]

Thank you. [ Short, sweet — it was appreciated in ways she could not express. Someone here for her? She was selfish in that instance, although she won't guilt herself for it. As he chooses his 'home', she watches. He's tired — he has to be. She was as well. His manners yield her to move forward. Past him and into the small entranceway. A small living room left behind — with decor not of their own choosing, a small kitchen attached with two lonely chairs at a table. It was simple and she stands in the middle with hands clasped in front of her. ] It seems there are enough amenities that will keep you comfortable here. Your private quarters are attached, I believe, through this door to the left. You can cook, rest, and host company here. Small... but we were never picky before arriving in Meereen, were we?

[ The khalasar never took pride in the lavish, after all. She gives a small look around, his a bit different than the apartment she claimed. ]

Welcome "home", Ser Jorah.

[heartsbane]

[ he had no enthusiasm or excitement over his residence up until about... ten, fifteen minutes ago? how long has it even been since running into Daenerys? it is clearly not long, but he already feels as if he's never been separated from her. not too long ago, the Ser had been looking at silly surveys regarding favorite colors and how to best describe himself in hopes of finding someone to reside with. how fortunate of him to have not pulled the trigger on something more permanent. now he has the best "roommate" he could ask for.

sort of. no shared living spaces (or beds) for them. Jorah can't win it all. ]

I have certainly dealt with less leading up to this. Small victories mean something.

[ Jorah speaks as he follows her into the room, taking a look around what the apartment has offered him. it's more than the four walls that kept him more of a prisoner than anything at the Citadel, and it certainly beats the constant rocking of the boats he has been on for who knows how long. he hasn't been the most optimistic soul regarding the transition here, but the most recent events have done good to change his outlook.

upon the proper greeting, he simply offers her a genuine smile. it feels nice to hear those words for a multitude of reasons. Jorah can't help himself when it comes to what he does next. he takes another step forward, likely while she isn't even looking at him, and takes her into another embrace. there's no apprehension or caution from him this time, no concern over scars spreading across his body. it isn't like him to want for much, and he pushes his luck with becoming physical with his Queen. surely she can find it in her to understand. ]

Home is where the heart is, as they say. So yes. Welcome home, indeed.

[freeing]

[ Neither had she. She simply wanted privacy. Something she feels she was owed after the invasive tests and the kidnapping, you know! It was a corner of this world that she could claim as her own, where she can shield herself.

Jorah's arrival here was a blessing and she truly feels humbled. For the first time in her life, she does not feel hatred or empowered to seek justice – she offers forgiveness to a man truly willing to serve his Queen.

Both of her hands clasp in front of her and she inspects the small differences all the same. Until Jorah does something as bold as to take her into his embrace, Dany believed it would be a time to dismiss herself and allow him time to rest.

He is strong now, far more invigorated than he was when he left her. That is all she had wanted. They stand there like that for a few secure moments – where she cradles his head and simply allows him to feel safe and wanted. Welcomed, in every sense of the word. ]

You will settle now. We have safety here, privacy.

[ As she pulls back, she offers a small awkward smile and touch to his cheek – to emphasize that she was far too happy to scold him. She tugs towards the small lounge chairs – taking seat on one and motioning to the one across from her. ]

We will take tomorrow when the sun rises, but tonight is ours until our eyes can no longer stay open. Sit with me, for just a little while longer.