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middaeg2020-02-09 12:29 am
heartsbane) wrote in middaeg2020-02-09 12:29 am
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[open] feb catch-all
Who: jorah mormont & you.
When: throughout february!
Where: aefenglom, dorchacht, mhysadei.
What: farmer/hunting shenanigans, city errands, quests, etc. open & closed starters.
Warnings: n/a
When: throughout february!
Where: aefenglom, dorchacht, mhysadei.
What: farmer/hunting shenanigans, city errands, quests, etc. open & closed starters.
Warnings: n/a
β dany.
[ that could be taken a lot of ways out of context, but fortunately for this family-friendly catch-all, both Jorah and Daenerys are fully dressed. he's opted for no armor this morning, mind you β perhaps not the wisest of decisions when thinking of the inexperience in who else is holding sharp steel β but he is still very much clothed! hooray for decency.
he stands before his queen in the privacy of one of their barn houses, deciding that there was enough foot room for them to traverse while also ensuring Daenerys felt secure. that was paramount above all else; he was not going to allow a repeat of her kidnapping to happen again, and he also wanted to do anything he could to help her heal. Jorah isn't sure of how successful this might be, but finally helping her learn to defend herself made more sense than not. the sense of urgency in protecting her has been renewed, but he isn't a fool. he can't be there for her always. ]
I know you have many weapons to choose from. They all suit your frame and stature, so decide on what you feel is most comfortable in your hand and we will then begin.
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[ Jorah had been at her side through acquiring almost all of those prior to where they stand now. She does demand him keep his vow to serve her, one part out of her birthright and his devotion and one part out of her own loneliness in this world where she is not Queen. So serve he does. Daenerys knew she would need to defend herself if the time comes to fight back β he was one man, just as she was one woman. ]
You give such good council to me, my most trusted... it is time you teach me other things.
[ She speaks with fondness, if not a little spitfire. The tension between them was still... there, the issues presently with healing still there β but she allows him this moment with her. She trusts him with her life, she trusts him in nearly everything.
She thinks about the weaponry she had been gifted or the kind Jorah wield β she lifts up the arakh that was crafted for her by Hiccup. It brings sentimentality, fondness β but also bitterness. A reminder of the people she left behind and the life she had lost when Drogo died. The fleeting moment washes over her and instead of mourning, she looks to Jorah. ]
I wish for this. While there is no intent to become a bloodrider, I wish to learn to fight as the best Khals did β so I can be better than them at protecting my life.
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[ he says this as if it's humorous, but really, Jorah is close to scolding her. she should have learned proper self-defense years ago, when she was a budding khaleesi that had Westerosi spies looking to put her through an early demise. not... naming any names or anything. it's his fault as much as it was hers. he was stubborn enough to believe he would be her sword and shield at all times, and if all else failed, she had the aforementioned army and dragons.
they learned the hard way how wrong they were. Jorah and Daenerys have plenty to keep them busy on this new farmland she has relocated them to, but they will find time to help her feel comfortable with protecting herself. he will ensure she doesn't have to rely on the newfound dragon in her to do so. fire has been her savior more than he has, but there will be a time where neither alone could keep her alive. ]
Oh? But you already know so much. I believe they call you Daenerys the Wise in some corners of the world.
[ now he's trying to be humorous, if not the faintest bit of... βflirtation, was it?β in his voice. tension is certainly thick enough to cut in half with the weapons they have in their hands, but he sttrives to keep things light. it's all he can do in times like this. ]
A wise choice. Just... avoid my face when you swing. I have enough reminders of how sharp those are.
[ she's seen the scar on his throat. painful memories surround that, both for him and her, but he hopes they don't focus on it for long. just enjoy him being dry and witty for a change. ]
What can you recall about how they fight? Do you remember how they hold the arakh, their posture? Think back on it as hard as you can.
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The farmlands will never be home. Aefenglom will never be home. This world will never be home. Deep down, she wonders when they return to Westeros... will that be home? The fear lingers in her heart, but she doesn't dwell on it. Burying it under more important matters. Jorah may be flirting and trying to entice her reaction β but she smirks in return. ] Oh? Which corners? Perhaps we shall venture there and lay claim as well.
[ The weight of the curved sickle does feel different β it feels as if she was unworthy to wield it. If Drogo used such a thing, if his bloodriders did β she must as well. A khaleesi in such a state is an odd one, but one killed is sadder. ]
They prefer horseback, swinging slices. They fight in wild movements, not calculative like a Westerosi knight.
[ She misses one crucial thing: they are ruthless and they adapt well. ]
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βsomewhat, anyway. her status as a Targaryen had its own curse. unfortunate how some things just never change. ]
Let us claim our crops and cattle first. We will not stop at the arakh. We shall make a farmer out of you yet.
[ the hope is that this is all temporary. they haven't given up on that yet, no matter how permanent this was all beginning to feel. still, they might as well hope to try and find some peace. spending hours tending to a farm sounded ideal for a man his age, but Dany... it'll take time to see how she ends up enjoying all of this. ]
That is right. And they fight with their emotions ever-present. Every strike is with the hope they kill. If you ever have to use this on someone other than myself, that is what you must think. You have to be prepared for that.
[ she's put an end to many people, but it has always been at the end of an order or through fire. would she be ready to see the life leave someone's eyes? Jorah wants to help her be ready. to accept that it never gets easier, that it never stops affecting you. ]
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[ She can tease too, of course, even if her nose scrunches up at the thought. They had to make idle chit-chat, transition from Knight and Queen to sparring partners. To teacher and student. It is no secret Daenerys is impulsive, but she slows her breathing down and focuses her attention enough to try and not get ahead of herself. As Jorah speaks, she listens. ]
Always? Is there ever a time where I should not? I do not take killing lightly...
[ Says Season 7 Daenerys Targaryen. ]
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[ picturing any of them under a cow surely brought a look of great amusement on his face for a moment, though. he isn't a petty man, nor does he hold grudges on opposing families ever since coming to grips with the Starks' exile of him, but hey. anything to help them feel better about being a Targaryen nothing right about now, yeah?
the idle chitchat helps them forget about many problems, both outside of their relationship and very much to do with recent developments between them. if he wants to help her actually learn self-defense, she needs a clear mind. he needs a clear mind. hopefully they can strive to make that a reality. ]
Nor should you. But you are known to show mercy as much as you are not. A bit of a... wildcard in that regard, as far as a Targaryen goes. As much as I appreciate its existence, you cannot let the goodness of your heart ever distract you. That is all.
[ Jorah steps forward, sword raised into the air with one hand while the other moves to cover his stomach. ]
Make your first move against me. Consider your footwork. Do not leave yourself open.
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[ Idle chit-chat was rare between these two. He had been such a support system for her during her ascension to the khaleesi and Queen of Slaver's Bay that destiny wrote for her. They bicker, they inspire, they answer β together something like this feels foreign and she finds herself stumbling through words a bit more cautiously. They had become closer in a sense but still divided. His wants, her needs β his needs, her wants... where did it begin? For now, she made it clear what she needed: to protect herself, even if she was poor at it. ]
...I am known for many things, but unfortunately they are not feasible. [ An army, a trio of dragons so large they'd blot out the sun β she sounds frustrated. But, he continues speaking and she calms the anger that spikes like a hot ember reaching up to the sky. ] My good heart is something others do not need to see readily, I've come to start believing...
[ It was as if she was slipping off course, that thin coin-flip between sanity and madness. Justified anger and burning hatred. He speaks to have her raise her weapon to him and she figures it is best to move on. There's no anger to Jorah, perhaps she will apologize readily for how temperamental she had been since they arrived... helpless to the farmlands.
But, now? She offers a few careful but agonizingly slow and controlled footsteps to him. Her palms feel wet with sweat as she raises her curved blade, albeit not entirely keen on raising it to him β she takes a swipe, purposefully aimed wrongly. ]