[open] feb catch-all

[heartsbane]

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

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[freeing]

...Drogon had always been a free spirit, not heeding the words of those wiser than him. [ Wonder where he got it from!!! Either way, he may scold and tease her but it was true. Daenerys had been fortunate enough to amass an army to keep her safe – now, she must work with her only Queensguard to keep surviving here.

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 – 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 – it feels as if she was unworthy to wield it. If Drogo used such a thing, if his bloodriders did – 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. ]

[heartsbane]

[ Jorah opts to just smile and offer a nod to her first words. he wasn't about to say how familiar that sounded. he's poked at her enough for one day, and he doesn't feel comfortable pushing that fact further into her face after his own recent failures. if her own decisions and choices turned her into a prisoner, they may have had a more stern conversation, but Daenerys was picked for her Mirrorbound status and nothing more. this world caused pain and trauma to her. their own world did the same, but at least they could equate it to consequences of decisions made with her on the throne.

—somewhat, 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. ]

[freeing]

What a thought. A Targaryen farmer. It sounds as ridiculous as a Lannister milkmaid.

[ 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. ]

[heartsbane]

Maybe not as ridiculous. There is at least some respect to working the lands. Milkmaids... I am afraid they do not see much love.

[ 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.

[freeing]

They have their role, but such a thing with the names given to us feel... a bit underwhelming.

[ 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 – 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 – 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 – 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 – she takes a swipe, purposefully aimed wrongly. ]