[closed] november catch all

[freeing]

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

[fulgency]

We find ourselves in a similar position then, [he says with a smile, making his consideration of her no secret.] There is some overlap with later eras in my world, but not so much with my own lifetime.

[She is certainly appearing the part of a Queen gracing a party with her presence where even if she may not be the reason for the celebration, she could certainly make a compelling argument for the next to be held in her honor. She's dressed beautifully, holds herself well, and continues to be able to hold her ground in this seemingly endless banter between the two of them.]

[But there does seem to be a tension. It's not particularly noticeable, Ozymandias thinks. he could easily see overlooking or missing it altogether if he was not one to know what to look for. But he sees it in the way she grips at her hands, the fact she has escaped outside at all...]

[He brushes it aside for now, certain that if he were to ask, she would not say it. Or at the very least, would prefer not to, and its clarification would only serve to pull her mood down.]

[Ozymandias won't allow something like that to happen on a night like tonight.]

I'm supportive of the arts and always more than happy to partake when the opportunity might present itself, however, so I have an appreciation for the music and dance of this world as well.

What about you, Your Grace? Have you any skill at dance or does the very idea of it inspire dread?

[She wouldn't be the first royal he's met that prefers to stay as far away as possible from the dancefloor.]

[freeing]

That's becoming a habit, just like us crossing paths.

[ She does the best she could. Her Queensguard, for whatever reason, allowed her the privacy to slink around here. Daenerys isn't keen on the freedom of anonymity, but more so the promise that the night provided entertainment and the possibility to make good on her work here – on trying to find a way home and help those to do so. A woman like Daenerys had the ability to shine as brightly as the sun or burn as hotly as a flame – but here, she was almost snuffed out. Poised. Protected. As if she was playing a part that felt obligated.

A Queen, not a woman – she finds herself slipping back to what others expected her to be. ]

No time for dance, I'm afraid. [ Y'know, conquering was a busy af job. ] I've seen children dance when their shackles were broken, but. No. I have not partaken myself.

[ She looks back over her shoulder with a small, wry smile. ]

I do like watching them, however. They seem happy and times feel simple, do you agree?

[fulgency]

[It is not particularly surprising that Daenerys has not had an opportunity to dance prior to her arrival to this world. Although she is undoubtedly young, newer to her role as Queen, there is a certain degree at times where Daenerys seems...inexperienced with aspects of life. Points where she might have been educated as a princess, as heir apparent, seem to be missing.]

[To her question, he nods and returns one of his own.]

And you do not envy them?

[freeing]

[ It was a sad day that Daenerys was more experienced in the pain of war than the joy of dancing. Her brows knit down a bit, as if judging between two difficult answers. ]

No, I suppose not. Just as I am out here forgetting my troubles and fears, they dance theirs away. [ It was not her first choice to choose a dancefloor and drown herself in wine. ] It is happy and simple out here too, I realize.

[fulgency]

[To her answer, a wider smile appears on Ozymandias' face, but this time doesn't fade away. Certainly not as quickly in any case.]

And may the gods see to it that it stays that way.

[At least for the night.]

[freeing]

We shall see. [ There's a faint carry of music wafting to them through the excitement. There is the smell of crisp cider and inviting alcohol. It does well to combat the nerves, to let her be the girl she wanted to be. ] We shall also see how you command the night. Surely, you would not lay claim here for the rest of the evening, ruling over passerbys?

[ She's teasing, trying her best to keep the spirits light. ]

[fulgency]

[She's successful as Ozymandias chuckles warmly.]

I would not be so cruel as to deprive those inside of my presence for the entirety of the night. [He shakes his head a little.] But it is important to occasionally leave them wanting.

[freeing]

You play games with them, then!

[ She accuses, plainly with a jovial tone. With her lips humming a sweet murmur of amusement, she looks back out from where she came — to the temptation of losing oneself to the night. ]

But, do you play them with me, I wonder?

[fulgency]

One cannot play a game on their own, so that would depend entirely on you.

[Ozymandias finishes the last of his wine, setting the glass on the arm of the bench before he finally uncrosses his legs and stands.]

Do you find where I am to be to your satisfaction? [he asks as he crosses the short distance between them.] Or do you always find me to be just out of your reach?