middaeg | [closed] november catch all

Who: Daenerys Targaryen + Closed Starters
When: All month, baby.
Where: Aefenglom
What: Just closed starters with those I have planned plot with. If you'd really like to tag in and get CR with Dany, please PM me so we can hash some stuff out!
Warnings: N/A as of now.

MASQUERADE:

[ Royals and nobles found socializing just as powerful as wielding a sword or shield. Daenerys had learned that she can not tackle things alone in this world — she would never survive. Her understanding of needing to find allies bundles well with her need to get outside of her own head. It's unfortunate an event with masked crowds still cause her flashes of the fighting pits massacre, but she couldn't ignore what this kind of socializing could bring if they were to push for the representation of the Mirrorbound in Parliament.

Dressed in a beautiful gown and non-enchanted mask, Daenerys fits in among the crowds that seem to be a wave of people enjoying music and drinks. Most noticeably different is the assortment of scales she shows as opposed to hides. Her bicep, side of her neck, collarbone were all peppered with silver-blue scale. Those signature tresses of hair were braided up in intricate weaves.

During the night, she can be found:
a. Hugging the walls and watching as people dance during the beginning of her arrival, anxious over the assortment of masked individuals.
b. Studying the small enchanted trinkets.
c. Partaking in fingerfoods and drinks.
d. Exploring the grounds of the venue, specifically the garden and fountain.
e. Possibly having too much to drink and needing to be escorted back home. :/ Lightweight.

She's quick to bring up how rare moments like this are and segue into talks about coming together and possibly finding a common goal with Parliament representation... ]

DROGON RETURNS:

[ It seems there was a bit of a chaos in the later part of the month. Daenerys had been in the market, partaking in shopping for fresh fruit and veggies for dinner — when she's noticed a crowd gathering around a plastered wall. Upon it was a crude sketch of a small dragon and a reward from the shopkeeps of the district. "WANTED: ARSON" written clear as day, a few people discussing the recent fires starting in the past week were seemingly caused by a small, black dragon. Daenerys has to push through the crowd, seeing the poster herself.

And her stomach sinks.

She'd know those ridges, know the way his snout curves even with a poor drawing — Drogon? Daenerys looks as if she saw a ghost, the color pulled from her features and her foot stumbling backwards for air. The Targaryen wastes no time and maybe you see the khaleesi in a way that was almost unfitting. Frantic, frazzled — she walks two steps then stops, turns and looks around for a direction that could bring her to her child. This is all very public, so maybe you want to tell her to calm down?

Later on in the day or week, without success, she waits until she hears bells signifying a fire. Rushing towards the scene — maybe you find the culprit with her?

After they're reunited, there is no doubt that Daenerys does not let Drogon out of sight and can be seen around Aefenglom with Drogon perched upon her shoulder. ]

WILDCARD:

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[Yuya happens to not be too far from the scene, when the blare of warning bells goes off what feels like right in his ear and he almost drops his bag full of lunch.

He spins right back around on his heels, trying to follow and hollers to the commotion.] What's wrong, what happened--?

[ The warning bell was what Daenerys was waiting for. It was clear to her, the drawing so crudely etched on parchment hung around like some warning. A mother knows her child anywhere.

The small puffs of smoke rise to the sky, signalling where the commotion was sourced from. Dany pushes through the crowd, sadly right past Yuya. ]

Don't hurt him! Whatever you do, leave him be!

[ And into the crowd she goes – right towards a smoking tailor shop. ]

Him? [Yuya stands on his toes, trying to see through the crowd... that gets him nowhere because he's short, so instead he starts to elbow his way with hurried apologizes, ducking to try and get into the tailor shop.] Hey, is everyone all right?

[ If she was wrong, then she'd be burned. She has yet to test if her skin still deflects flames to the degree she was use to, the immolation more like a baptism by fire every time. The smoke was looming, but not raging – just a panic of startled shop keeps mostly.

Dany pushes and calls out as she hears a screech, a cry of a dragon's lullaby that she remembers so quickly.

It wasn't until she hears a familiar voice that she turns and glares to him – eyes panicked. ]

The people need to stay from the fire, it will do no good. Please, help me – I have to get inside the building.

[Oh, that's a--something's in there.

He looks up, raising his brows.] I don't think that'll be a problem.

[Most people don't want to get burned, but the cause needs to get stopped before it gets worse.

So at the entrance of the shop Yuya's just going to pull the door open and walk right in while people fluster.]

[ Daenerys hears fire crack and screeches in tandem. They pair together like long lost siblings, burn of the same power of life fueling them. She did not expect him to go through so quickly, there's a bit of panic as she follows behind him – through smoke and a wall of flames off in the back towards the store room, she would be a fool to back out now. ]

I am going to try something – please do not be frightened.

[ Her children, she thinks, it has to be them. And so - she steps towards the flames engulfing the back of the storage room, disappearing through flames as they kiss her skin. ]

Uh--[Yuya would be more worried about her walking into the flame if he didn't know she was a dragon. But that probably makes her resistant, right?

The fire's a lot worse than he thought. He takes a couple steps back, covering his mouth.]

[ It feels familiar – the rush of fire spreading quickly and soon, she'll return. Part of her clothes burn away, but not nearly as much as when she laid upon the funeral pyres or stood in the Khal's meeting room. Her shirt and pants still with flames dancing across, Daenerys returns with her arms scooped across something hidden. Her boots lead her stumbling back towards Yuya as a few ceiling beams collapse into the back room – lucky, lucky. ]

Whoa--[This place is worse than he thought. He gestures for Dany to keep going.] Let's get out!

[He doesn't waste a moment more to escape through the front door again, as firefighters roll up. It's probably the end of this poor shop.]

[ Fire always spreads quickly. Even with the bellowing smoke that pours through the open windows in the back of the storefront, it was deceiving. Daenerys thinks not of what this place's future was — not with her arms restraining black scale heated to the temperature it was. It was hot — hotter than the fire inside, but she makes her way out and stumbles onto her knees.

Yuya can pull her arms back enough and he'll see Drogon — almost as small as he was from his egg. ]

[Cute... but also--] Uh. [He coughs.] Your clothes are on fire.

[He gestures where her pants caught aflame.]

[ Her skin does not feel a bit of heat, not as the legs of her garb expose. The admission catches her attention and she is quick to pat at it, extinguishing the fire quickly. ]

Right, right. [ Drogon curls up into her biceps, up onto her shoulder as she spot-checks herself. ] Fire never much hurt me, the same can be said here, then.

I'd hope so. [Since she ran straight into it. Still, maybe better to not have her clothes to continue to burn.

His gaze shifts to Drogon.] You okay, too?

[Like the dragon baby can understand or speak back to him... given where they are, maybe he can.]

[ Drogon was silent, only a small curdle of a screech in frustration over the last few events. Daenerys, however, shoots an empathetic look to Yuya. ]

We're both fine. I – I hope no one was harmed in the fire. Is there ways to contain it...?

I think--they have a way? [He gestures to where the firefighters, a pair of them are preparing. Probably some mixture of magic and your standard hose affair.] I think everyone else cleared out quickly enough...

[But he got here a little late. Still, nobody's moaning in pain in the vicinity.]

[closed] november catch all

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