middaeg | [october catch-all. closed]

[ This place was not their home. Not for the Mirrorbound. However, it could be theirs. The ones brought back from Dorcharcht and given a semblence of what freedom could be. Daenerys is happy to assist where she can. To help direct and organize relief efforts. Stay to organize food distribution and direct incoming monsters to proper medical providers to help them heal their physical and mental wounds.

She keeps herself busy, keeps herself in good spirits to help deal with her own anger over the situation – it was a step in the right direction, wasn't it? However, her task had been more therapeutic today. A paint bucket rests at her feet, a brush in her hand and a flick of her wrist help add a personal touch to the newly acquired housing for the monsters. Red doors – for the four small abodes to the left and two to the right of her, they were all painted with red doors. It started with an idea, a simple bit of introspection of her wishing for some to find this place more settling.

She recalls back to where she grew up, a red door giving her a place where the world wouldn't. Perhaps that was the last time things were so simple.

a. Daenerys hums to herself, lost in her trance – her jacket shrugged off and her bare scales visible on her shoulders and neck for the first time since they left for Dorcharcht and returned. Weaved silver-gold braids were pulled back and her arms and face were peppered with random blots of red paint.

b. With one door left to finish, she steps back – her ankle hitting the paint bucket and knocking the last bit of her red to the ground. She scrambles, hands setting the bucket up-right and a pained No, no, no, damn it! slipped out very loudly.

Feel free to bother her! ]

[ Over the past 2 days, Daenerys Targaryen has gone missing. Whether her close relationships or her newly acquired friends have been on a hunt for her – in her stead, many had also reported seeing a silver dragon soaring over the city and out into the Wilde. It's figure seemed sizeable, but not of legend. Around the size of an elephant – wings spreading and doubling its encroaching form.

Over these two days, as more people venture out the Wilde, they'll find traces of the dragon during the full moon. Broken trees, large animal carcasses, clearings of fire scorched earth, and finally, the roar of a dragon all easily able to pinpoint to the new dragon roaming these parts.

a. Where pockets of lights shimmer brightest between trees, you'll find the dragon curled and sleeping soundly. Her scales shimmer in an aquamarine glint, nostrils flaring embers of blue fire. Approach if you dare.

b. During the day, Daenerys felt a hunger that was unable to be sated. A poor deer was the victim of a hunt – trees snapping with the force of Daenerys' wings as they sprawl outwards to slice the air. A sudden rip of blue dragon's fire scorches the path in front of her and with a thunderous boom, she lands – right onto the burning and charring deer. Her snout red with blood, teeth tugging and chewing at crisped meat. Perhaps you saw the hunt or are hiding from the feral dragon, either way she be eatin' good.

c. Cwyldtid were not to be underestimated. Through the weaving forest, through the parade of mysterious lights – the darkness still has its way. They hunt you, the Cwyldtid notoriously devoted in their pursuit. Mid-chase, a sudden roar breaks the sound of a thumping heart or labored breath – and soon, a blast of blue fire scorches behind you. A gust of wind and thud of impact to the ground is the only warning you have to the dragon who – kind of saved your life? The Cwyldtid cries an inhumane noise as it shrivels into a charred corpse. But... which was worse? The Cwyldtid or the white dragon staring you down?

In the above prompts, some might recognize one thing about this dragon – horns weave down the side of its head in a similar fashion to Daenerys' braids... Hm. ]

Edited 2019-10-03 05:37 (UTC)

[Yuya adjusts the basket in his arms as he passes, slowing down to admire Daenerys' handiwork.]

Hey, that's a nice color. [Yuya stops and smiles at Daenerys and her handiwork--wearily, but the happiness is genuine to be out of Dorchacht and able to give these people a better future.

[ You're a Targaryen. You're the Mother of Dragons.
I need to be more than that. I will not let those I have freed slide back into chains.

That name meant nothing here. Daenerys' efforts in Essos and Westeros meant nothing here. Her ability to bring a compromise to Dorchacht was not what she had envisioned — no marching army, no union, no discussions openly of what the choices should be... freedom for all or burn in these ideals. Underwhelmed was not the word to describe her — she was pleased the resistance did enough to help the citizens who needed freedom most.

Yet... she could do more. She knows she can.

There are a few people she intends to check on after such an ordeal, Hiccup is one of them. After asking around, she'll find herself wandering parts she had not before — eyes curious on the environment around her. It takes her a bit to find Hiccup, offering a harsh clearing of her throat to announce her presence. ]

Ser Hiccup?

[Out here past the slums, just barely venturing into sparse woods, the land is uninfected and lovely - though along the path that leads from the city gates to Wilders' Edge, and the perimeter around the grounds, there are the occasional spots of burned foliage where a burgeoning infection was plasma-blasted away. The Edge itself is a cleared patch of grassy land bearing a pair of rustic wooden buildings; the main house, rebuilt from a three-walled, ramshackle structure, resembles a two-storied cabin with a landing balcony sized for a Night Fury, and the forge, some distance across the yard, is built of thick trunks and sheets of tin, with a wide, folding door that is currently raised high to let in more air.

It's pretty impossible to mistake it for anywhere else. Hiccup's Strike Class crest of a curled Night Fury is burned into the wood next to the door, and, well. Toothless is up on the roof, though he bounds down with enthusiasm when he spots, and hears Dany's approach, presenting himself for scratches, "smiling" wide.

Hiccup walks out the open door, wiping his hands off on the side of his pants and taking off a soot-stained leather apron, surprise turning to a genial smile. He's a lot less antsy looking than he was before Dorchacht, and during; the outcome wasn't ideal, but it's not entirely negative either, and with a Bond finally, he's actually getting more rest.] Hi, hey! Your majesty! How- How have you been? Toothless, mind your manners.

[That gets an indignant huff from the dragon.]

[ She had been lost in thought, lost in her own world. Of days where red would not equal blood to many, but hope as she saw it. When she thinks of the vividness of the red paint, she sees a future worthy of pursuing. One of safety, security, where everyone has a place in this world — no matter how small.

Her head turns and she gives a small meek smile. ]

It is not too much, is it?

Not at all! But... I might be a little biased. [He tugs at some of the bright red strands of his hair--scrambling to not drop the basket right after. He's aware how much it sticks out, but odd colorations aside he's always preferred bright, vivid hues.] Is that your favorite color?

[ That earns a bit of a smirk on her face instead. ]

A little? [ She seems in better spirits, clearly. The once guarded girl found even a blip of peace in the efforts they did here today. What they did back in the foggy city with chained children. ]

I'm not quite sure. My family wore it, centuries of Targaryens waving it proudly. I suppose I should favor it, but it reminds me of home.

[ Perhaps one of the few places she found safety in. A childhood long lost. ]

[ Daenerys had more sense than to wander out on her own. She had guards – hell, she even had friends to keep her company on a trek deeper into the woods. Fortunately, she did not need to rush there. She found Hiccup on the outskirts, far enough where she would not feel inspired to ask someone to accompany her. Even a Queen can adjust to a newfound 'freedom' of moving without expectations.

As she approaches, her eyes marvel at the craftsmanship. It feels like something from a storybook, a fantasy away from reality. The sight of Toothless was more than enough for her to crack a warm smile.

She hopes Hiccup was here and when he emerges – there's a dutiful rise of her shoulders. There's relief that he's in one piece, same as Toothless. Instinctively, she'll find herself kneeling down a bit, petting at her super duper favorite dragon in Aefenglom rn. ]

Please, Daenerys is fine. There are no titles here. [ She reminds. She looks in better spirits, less stressed and her youthful glow apparent. Even more freeing – the peck of silver scales on her neck and shoulders more visible with the change of attire. Perhaps she's grown more comfortable with her own changes. ] I am well. It has been a better few days than earlier in this month. I trust your return to Aefenglom went smoothly?

[Oh--that's more sentimental than he expects and it sobers him a little. Putting pieces of her home to make one for the refugees, who's never had a real one that they can remember...]

... Do you think when they come to live here, we should say 'welcome home'?

[His tone is light when he says it, because he knows it's a silly suggestion. But it's earnest, too, to give them something they shouldn't have been deprived of. Safety. Care.]

It would be wrong for us not to. [ Dany believes this place is a house – not a home. A place to stay and rest their heads. However, this is the world they were born into. She is not like them. The built residencies here are maybe the only home they will ever know. Her projections on the matter are pushed to the side, instead she keeps that rare smile on her face. ] It makes me happy to know they will sleep without chains digging into their skin now.

[There's only a brief window in which she takes her step back and her ankle hits the bucket for Ozymandias to warn her. A far too brief window, because he is not even able to take more than a half-step in her direction before the paint splatters and the queen is quick to set the bucket back upright with a loud curse. Perhaps if she had not managed to get so much paint on her person prior to the accident or if she had not sworn quite so loudly and scrambled so quickly to correct her mistake, Ozymandias might not have found it quite as comical. But it is what it is and he cannot help but take in the sight of her and laugh. Only a small sound escapes him before he covers his mouth and shakes with his silent laughter.]

[Removing the hand from his mouth, he holds it up, waving it and shaking his head.]

Sorry, [he says, trying to stop his laughter by clearing his throat. There's still a few traces of laughter in his voice as he approaches.] Shall I fetch you more paint? Or do you still have enough to finish?

[ It was comical mainly because Daenerys is so proper and rarely calculated. Guarded. Some would view her as a walking goddess while others a Queen that keeps herself composed for her people. Many forget she is a young girl (an ambitious one at that) who makes mistakes like any human. Her panic was almost unseen, as if she was no Queen but merely a girl frantic to fix something.

Her eyes shoot up and her defense sparks up a bit. It's a flame that is unable to be put out, even with her embarrassment. With her hands red and the bucket upright, she stands and tries not to snap – her anger something she's noticeably had to control at times since she arrived here. Poor girl. ]

I... believe I will have enough, ser. [ Almost through clenched teeth – restrained and still keen on speaking properly to those who address her. ] It would be rude of me to go demand more for something as unimportant as paint.

[ Important to her, she notes, but it was only a door color. ]

Does my misery please you?

[ Okay, she had to be dramatic and guilt him a tiny bit – spinning on her heels to face the almost finished door. ]

Misery? [He chuckles lightly, clearly not feeling too much guilt over his laughter.] I would not think a bit of -- as you say -- 'unimportant' paint spilling capable of wounding you so gravely.

But if true misery is a queen covering herself head-to-toe in red paint as she seeks to provide something for a people who have nothing, toiling in this uncomfortable cold so that they might soon know warmth... [Ozymandias looks about for a moment before stepping away briefly to grab a nearby rag.] ...Then yes.

[He gently takes one of her wrists -- careful not to get any paint on himself in doing so -- and begins cleaning off some of the fresh paint on her hand from moving the bucket back upright. Ozymandias' gaze moves from her hand back to her face.]

It pleases me greatly. [His lips curve into a grin.] Though, I would ask you to mind your language in the future. There are children around.

Yeah. [He sets the basket down, sorting one of the blankets out of it.] I'm glad we were able to help them. Uh, how are you doing after all that anyway?

[He knows how much it didn't sit well with her, like him.]

Better. Fortunate that things had not resulted in our worst fears. [ War, death, complacency? She watches as he deals with his basket – her eyes looking off to a few of the other helpers who were far more skilled in building than she was. ] I had not gotten involved into the chaos as some had – it was crucial for us to keep heat off of the dignitaries.

[ Her mind races to Eren – who had honestly done well by her to make her dreams a reality here. ]

[ Feel guilt, you beautiful king of kings. >:[!!!

Either way, she plays it off defensively, almost like a child who spills their milk. It was a more emotional reaction, but she listens to his words recover the tension that was all poking fun at her misfortune (not misery) – her eyes peer over her shoulders back to him. ]

They say misery loves company, then.

[ She was going somewhere with this – but he encroaches upon her too quickly for her words to reflect a wit learned strongly through her interactions with her Hand. Touches her and he can feel her tense. Her fingers curl into a defensive knot but the air finally escapes her lungs into a sigh in the split second she realizes he touches her not out of disrespect or his own selfish thought.

It was a gesture – one that still was appreciated with each cleaning stroke he gives. ]

A king would be careful not to sully his hands or he would look the fool too. [ She does look off towards the children far off, playing and truly getting comfortable with the freedom they've been given now. ] Thank you. I'll mind my manners if only for them.

[ The tension subsides greatly, an honest glance given to him. ]

Have you heard of how the Coven feels about our influx of guests here?

[He and Keith have really turned a run-down patch of land with a ramshackle building on it into something that looks lived in, homey. Hiccup prefers it to the city; it gives Toothless space to run around, and so far, their issues with the Cwyld encroach have been minor.

Toothless "smiles" wide, teeth retracted, forked tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he accepts pets. Hiccup laughs.] Then just Hiccup is fine. [He's not sure what 'Ser' is supposed to signify, but it sounds like a title.

It is good to see her looking well. Being back in Aefenglom has done them all some good, he thinks. Things aren't perfect here, but it's a hell of a lot better than the Black City.] Getting out of Dorchacht didn't exactly go- smoothly, but... Well, it could have gone worse. Considering how badly everything else went. You got out okay too? You and, uh, did your friend wind up going?

[Yuya chuckles lightly.] Yeah, I don't think all of us are good enough at sneaking around that we could have all avoided getting seen.

[He knows he wouldn't. Other people opposing it provides cover for Nessie and Aefenglom.] I hope this means Ms. Drummond is going to get kicked out, soon.

[Never!! He's unrepentant!!]

[He is not surprised by the tension beneath his hands when he first touches her, fully anticipating that she might still yet yank her hand away from him altogether. Daenerys, after all, is far too spirited not to react with such offense. But as with all things worth gaining, the gesture was well worth the risk to him.]

They do not seem to bear ill will towards them, [he says, eyes returning his focus once more to her hand.] Though offering these buildings seems far less charitable on their part than what they have offered each of the mirrorbound.

[While some of the options for the mirrorbound (or all of them if you're Ozymandias) left something to be desired, nothing was particularly dilapidated or in need of significant repair. However, Ozymandias suspects that is perhaps less a reflection upon their feelings towards the refugees so much as a quiet lesson in responsibility for those that participated in smuggling them out of the city in the first place. It seems the Coven is willing to cooperate, but they would prefer that the mirrorbound's messes be their own.]

However, I believe it is a little too early to ascertain the full extent of their opinion, [he says, taking a moment to inspect his work. With the exception of paint long-since dried on her hand, it appears he's managed to clean the whole of it of the fresh paint.] A place to sleep is certainly a start, but it is only that. Then again, it is difficult to say how much help they will accept from the Coven. What reason do they have to trust them?

[There is no fault, Ozymandias believes, in viewing the Covens as one and the same from the perspective of the refugees. The Coven of Dorchacht is all they have ever known, and there are already traces of mistrust towards Monsters even within Aefenglom. Add into the fact that they've little choice but to remain in Aefenglom for gods knows how long, it no doubt feels as though they've exchanged one master for another albeit less abjectly cruel.]

[Ozymandias lets go of her wrist, folding the rag over before motioning for her other hand.]

I'm not quite sure what it leads to. Has anyone spoken with our Coven to learn of the official stance on that ordeal? [ Because how Aefenglom's Coven spins this... she's interested in learning. ] I'd like to know what happened to her and her bonded.

I don't know. [He rubs the back of his neck.] A lot of people are talking about Dorchacht, but I don't think the Coven has released anything official. Most of the people I've heard don't really agree with Dorchacht's way of doing things, so I don't think they'll be positive.

[And go against the public opinion about how shameful their attitudes are. Some of the rumors are getting a little extreme, but... also, it really was worse than words can describe without seeing it.]

[ no one is gone, nor are they in danger, if they're simply roaming— he gets that from the mapping scent she leaves in the air with the wind that carries her (and interest to pursue only escalates the greater the spheres in the sky). on the full moon's second day, eren cannot hold back the necessity to shift under the sisters. his bones crack, his skin is torn to make room for the new body, and new scales cover any flesh that's horrendously raw. painful, but perhaps not much to a man who frequently makes losing his limbs a habit.

aggression is easy to reach in this state, but the calm of a witch bond soothes any outbursts unless his territory, his dens and his hoards are threatened. the taste of scorched carcass invades eren's maw when his forked blue tongue tickles the air he glides through, high upon the winds of the wilde— so was the taste of feral pheromones and one daenerys targaryen down below, feasting on crisp prey. he has no interest in taking her catch, but he does make his presence known more than a shift of scents in the air.

a black dragon, wyvernish in shape and rivaling her size, dotted with iridescent scales of orange and scarlet shrieks above in warning. he'd like to land— but doesn't ask permission to. he was of social behavior, but dominant with what he wills, and does not wait for her answer to begin clipping the tops of trees to make way for his landing. ]

[ It looks quiet. Peaceful. A part of her envies it – the solitude of a fortress away from the hustle and bustle of the day-to-day was a privilege she allowed herself.

Dany is already on the case for giving her quota of pets and scruff rubs – her attention remains on Hiccup with a nod. ]

Were you injured? [ That was her main concern – well, him and Toothless. ] There was precious little the dignitaries could do, but we found a vessel to return us. We would not be apart of their civil war, seemingly.

[ Dany ensured Jorah assisted when he could but returned to her on their voyage back. It could have been far, far worse. ]

We did. It... needed to be done. There was far too much chance of the disease of their suppression spreading to other cities. [ She still feels strongly about it. However, her face warms a bit at the thought of the freed monsters – ] Freeing some of them means this was worth it and gives us reason to work towards ensuring no monster is enslaved again in that wretched city.

[ That, personally, displeases her. It's clear when her expression sours a bit – more somber and guarded as she had been when she first arrived. ]

I wish they would make a statement. Condemn the way of life and ensure it is ended. There is a long road of change for Dorchacht, I know, but it would put my mind at ease to know this is no one-off action.

[ She sighs a bit. ]

[october catch-all. closed]

QUEST: Habitat for Refugees

QUEST: Lights Between the Trees | Full Moon

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