[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

[hippocarnival]

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

[He gestures where her pants caught aflame.]

[freeing]

[ 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.

[hippocarnival]

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.]

[freeing]

[ 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...?

[hippocarnival]

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.]