[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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[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. ]