[closed] november catch all

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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:

[ Did we discuss something that doesn't fit here? Hit me up on discord (cirilla#7318) or cirilla. for plotting! I don't mind doing a closed top-level. ]

Comments

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He's not. Not usually. I rode Drogon across hills and valleys – this... it is Drogon, but not as I last recalled. It is as if he has been reborn, freshly hatched. [ She remembers the way his nails dug into her bare skin, crawled up her bare thighs, breasts and to her shoulders. Fire did not harm her in Khal Drogo's fire, but certainly dragon claws did. They sting, even now. ] Have you heard of the mirrors doing anything like this? Eren once spoke of going back through the mirrors, of aging... But, this is not the same.

[ Drogon was cautious, a few puffs of smoke from his nostrils – he did not dare fly or attack. Dany gives sympathetic looks to Hiccup – but ... ]

And I'm assuming you have new friends as well, then?

[thisisamazing]

It's hard to imagine a hatchling that small growing that massive. [He smiles a little, leaning in just a bit to get a better look - he's always interested in an unfamiliar species, and Drogon is no exception.] Mm. Eren mentioned that, and he looked older all of a sudden, after it happened. Newt, too. Just before Dorchacht. He said he experienced half a year of his life in the blink of an eye... If it can do that, I suppose it can... go the opposite direction, maybe.

[He can't help himself. He slowly reaches out, holding his fingers out to Drogon, not quite in his bubble of space but close enough that the dragon can lean to reach him, if he wants. His demeanor is calm, waiting, not pushing for any reaction. (If he gets bitten, it won't be the first time. He's not afraid of that.)]

Less a new friend, and more... Well. This is Sharpshot. I first trained him when I was sixteen. He's, uh, supposed to be this size. [A laugh, and Sharpshot squawks, loudly.] He's a little out of sorts from being in a new place without any other Terrors.

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It was long few years, it certainly didn't happen overnight. [ There's an awkward laugh there. It's easy to recall the nights in Essos when she wished they would grow faster, where they would help her return back home. Days of pining turned to years, but now? It feels odd – as if she worries what she can do for the small dragon in her care now. She lifts her hand up letting Drogon perch upon her wrist and nuzzle to her collarbone like a pup, listening to him speak. ] I... I don't understand. Even when Eren spoke of such things, it makes no sense. Their magic is beyond what we can stop, who is to say if we are next...?

[ The thought was heavy, weighing between them despite her best efforts to avoid it. It was a truth she isn't ready to face. As Hiccup is cautious to act out, Dany has to be impressed by it. She tightens her form, as if offering a suckling babe towards someone wanting to hold it. In truth, Drogon seems skittish – wings flap as if ready to take off but a soothing shush calms him. Sharpshot's appearance just unnerves the beast and it instead leans close enough to Hiccup to huff smoke onto his skin, still clinging to Dany. ]

I see. But, he is from your world as well... [ A curious thought. ] I do not believe they are plucking dragons from various places in time... How many years have passed since you last saw him, then?

[thisisamazing]

That's probably good. [He breathes out a laugh.] I don't think Aefenglom is ready for a dragon that large. [Even Toothless seems too big for this crammed-together city sometimes, with its houses and shops butting up against each other and narrow streets winding between. His expression turns a little more serious when he thinks about the mirrors, though.] I don't know either. I don't think even the Coven have a clue about what those mirrors can do. It's- [He blows out a breath.] I think we just have to take things a day at a time, until we can figure out more.

[He can't help but smile as Drogon breathes smoke onto his fingers, unbothered by it all. He's not going to push for the little dragon to come see him, especially not when he's got Sharpshot looking over his shoulder, peering curiously with big eyes.]

Huh? Oh, not- not that many. He spends a lot of time with the rest of the Terror flock, but, he's been carrying mail for me for years. As far as I can tell, he still knows all his newest commands. He was full-grown back then, so I'm not sure if he's... not from my point in time.

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[ Drogon would blot the sun out if he was as she last remembered. Magnificent, but uncontrollable — he was a dragon through and through. It pains her to know that he loses some of that majesty, now a welp of a dragonling but... she isn't picky. ]

I'm growing tired of taking it one day at a time. [ Under her breath, there's a clear distaste for being patient. Even if she had learned to better control her wants and wishes, it tugs at her to return home. ] Perhaps tomorrow will be the day we begin to do something more.

[ Drogon finally loosens up with Dany's shushing and she cautiously takes a few steps closer, cradling the dragon as she's within reach of Hiccup. She nods with him to come closer with her head, hoping Drogon will allow such an interaction. ]

Mail — he... he acts as a courier? Your world is so odd.

[ Such a warm, reeling smirk on her face soon follows. ]

[thisisamazing]

[Hiccup doesn't think the little creature is any less majestic, but he basically loves every dragon he's ever met. Except the Screaming Death, maybe, and the Red Death. A few of the Deaths.

His smile turns sympathetic at her mutter, and he strokes two fingers along Sharpshot's head, careful of his spines. He isn't as impatient. If he's honest, he's feeling almost guilty about how settled he can feel here in Aefenglom. Things are... not so bad, for him. He misses Berk, misses his Riders, misses his fiancee and his mother and Gobber, but he can also enjoy his days here while they last.] Maybe it will be.

[He edges closer, slow and easy movements, smiling down at the little dragon in her arms and reaching out his fingers again, still not quite entering Drogon's space out of respect.] I'm sure a lot of people think so, but. It- It's faster than sending letters by ship, and Sharpshot loves it. You always get sardines when you come back on time, don't you? [The last question is directed at the little dragon, who croons happily as Hiccup turns his head, rubs his nose against the scaly snout.]

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[ Who could love Deaths, okay. She'll forgive him.

Drogon was always her troubled kin, the one that a few unwise would suggest she favors or even attaches to most of all. A mother with a favorite child is a poor excuse of a mother, she thinks. It is clear something brought him, still freshly hatched and still unable to control the flames that still bubble at his throat, back to her when her heart pined for her children. It was opportune, like a single rain cloud in the sky threatening to ruin a wonderful day. Daenerys would hold her suspicions later, but for now – she still basks in a motherly glow that shows itself without words.

It takes time, but Drogon finally unfurls his wings and gives a warning flap or two before crawling up the dainty limb of the Targaryen. ]

Even like this, the world would have feared Drogon or used him like a workhorse. [ Drogon's eyes focus on Hiccup, allowing him to touch – so long as he keeps staring at Sharpshot defensively. ] I can't say for certain our dragons would have ever found kinship, ...he does not normally play well with others. Something that does bring a fear to my heart. Fortunately, I think... no, I am certain he sees my trust in you – and thus, he is not being too troublesome towards you.

[thisisamazing]

[Hiccup continues regarding Drogon with a smile, even as Sharpshot flutters his wings and crawls up Hiccup's head to... Who knows. Play king of the mountain? Terrors squabble with each other constantly on a good day, so he takes a step back out of respect, not wanting to get the two too close.

Her comment about the way the world would have treated the little dragon gets a rueful smile.] Yeah, that's- I think that's about par for the course. Not everyone understands dragons, not like we do.

Don't worry about me. I've handled loads of dragons, some... way more aggressive than others. They're- you know, they're not all like Toothless. And there's nothing wrong with that. Every species is unique. If you ever want help, though, I'm around. Training is important, especially in a crowded city like this.

sorry for the delay!!!

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It is always the rare few that hopes to truly understand them instead of fear them.

[ She appreciates Hiccup's company for that very reason. He sees them for what they are, not what legends or cautionary tales had. Drogon shuts his eyes at any touches, settled with the spoiling. Dany returns her on inquisitive looks at Sharpshot. ]

You believe yourself capable of training dragons not of your world? [ Dany believes her child is special, sure, but also stubborn. ] It is no easy task, even as he grew older and wiser, he... also has caused me pain.

[ A flash of weakness, of sadness. Locking up her children because of his nature – of wanting to live freely. ]

Dragons will be dragons, no matter the training, will they not?

[thisisamazing]

I'm obviously not an expert on his species, but- you know, maybe something I know could be useful to you. Offer's on the table. [He says with a smile, scratching Sharpshot under his chin. The Terror croons and leans into it, tail swishing.] It's never easy, with a more aggressive breed. Babies especially don't like to listen to anyone, but I've seen some pretty incredible breakthroughs.

It could be worth a shot, but- you know, only if you wanted my help. You've handled him before, I'm sure you can do it again just fine without me. [Hiccup just wants to offer whatever tips he can, see if they'd be useful. As one dragon rider to another.] No one knows him like you do.

Sure, but sometimes it's about finding a way to work with the dragon, not against it.

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Ever since I met you, I've tried to be more mindful. [ She admits. It was simple where she was from – dragons were dragons. They were as much as part of this world as Targaryens and now, as she rose to power, just as scarce. Thinking of species – different kinds... there's a sinking feeling in her chest, wondering what that entailed. ] To think of what works best with him. I've made mistakes with my children, some that still weigh on my heart and I wish not to repeat it.

[ Locking them up, fearing them, allowing them to roam freely. Can one even discipline a dragon? She looks down a bit with a small smile – if Hiccup seems to believe training could work and it does give her hope. ]

Raising him was a difficult task once, but if this is truly Drogon, it will be difficult again. I'd... appreciate any wisdom you offer me.