[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. ]

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sorry for the delay!!!

[freeing]

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.

[freeing]

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.