Considering her for eachdraidh...

[gelenka]

Once you have made a decision, do not falter from it. It does not suit me to sit idly whilst others forge a new life for themselves. [She is a conqueror; not a spectator.] Do not forget my Dragons. Find a way so that we may travel together. Your excuses fall on deaf ears.

[Understood? Very well.]

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[bullhorned]

You're not like to be without them long, m'lady. [The Starks all either had their wolves from the start or had them in short order.]

[gelenka]

Have you been a member of the Drabwurld for long? [He sounds so certain that it makes her curious.]

[bullhorned]

It's been near a year since I was taken there. It ain't so bad a place to be. There's worse places to live.

[gelenka]

I would expect much from a land rife with magic. [But there are other reasons she seeks it.] The environment would be healthy for my children. They have yet to obtain their full size.

[bullhorned]

[Her children... her dragons, he realizes.] Might be it will, as much as it can be healthy for anyone.

[gelenka]

Would it frighten you to see them, ser? [Fear is the main emotion they cause oftentimes, yet she has held them - loved them - since they were in their eggs.] I am told they are the last of their kind.

[bullhorned]

Truth be told, I've seen them before. You was here already, before. With your... dragon children.

[So he did not desire to see them, in truth. They had unsettled him and he did not think the experience would be any better now.]

[gelenka]

You have? From before? [She was made aware that she had visited the Drabwurld previously.] I cannot recall your name nor the time I spent in the land of the Fae.

[bullhorned]

My name's Gendry. You won't have heard of me. [But that's not likely to be a surprise, given his speech was so clearly lowborn.]

[gelenka]

That means little. I have been overseas since I was a child. [Class is meaningless.] What do you do, Ser Gendry?

[bullhorned]

[A knight? An outlaw? No, neither are entirely true or false. But one at least it always true of him.]

I'm a smith. I apprenticed to Tobho Mott. Might be you'll have heard of him. He always said he was the best in all Seven Kingdoms.

[gelenka]

Perhaps he is, but I wouldn't know of him. Viserys and I never stayed in one place for long. [In all the moves, there is only one house that ever felt like home.] Your King - Robert Baratheon - would have gladly seen both of us dead.

[bullhorned]

[My King. My father. A drunken sot.]

Might be he would have. But a boar done for him instead. You've no need to worry about him.

[gelenka]

I am grateful to the boar. [Well this is awkward.] I look forward to meeting his son.

[bullhorned]

[He hesitates. He does not mind that she is glad that the old king is dead. It may have ripped the realm apart in bloody warfare, but he felt nothing for the man.

But this...]

Joffrey isn't his son. Tommen neither. They're Jaime Lannister's bastards. [He would nearly have called them abominations of incest, but this IS a Targaryen...]

[ringed_fate]

[Dear_mun: now officially Ryou Bakura's place to fan-boy.] Did you say dragons? You really have dragons?

My mun is right: I would meet interesting people here.

[gelenka]

I have three. [And they are her children in every way except she didn't give birth to them.] I'm glad I'm interesting to you.

[gelenka]

Really? [Her eyebrows rise and she looks amused.] They are the product of incest.

[And the Lannisters claimed such a thing was an abomination. Interesting.]

Does Tywin Lannister know?

[bullhorned]

Does it matter? He's dead. Murdered by his dwarf son.

[Or... so the story went. Some say he also died in his privvy and that seemed even more unlikely.]

[gelenka]

...when? [News doesn't travel fast enough it seems.] The lions have begun to devour themselves.

[bullhorned]

When I was last in Westeros, it weren't more than a month. But if they're killing themselves, let them.

[The wolves were depleted and now the lions were nearly spent. The Baratheons as well were nearly wiped out as well. The Tullys had been deposed and the Arryns rested on one frail little boy. Gendry was not clever enough to realize it, but the rebellion and its children had been nearly driven to extinction.]

[ringed_fate]

It's not every one that can say they have three dragons, of course I'm interested. Where did you find them? Are they hard to take care of? What do they eat? Are they all the same color?
[Nope, not fan boying at all....]

[gelenka]

They are doing my work for me. [She won't mourn them.] I shall bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms once I take the Iron Throne. Should our paths cross in Westeros, I will make good use of your skills.

[bullhorned]

They're not like to cross at all. Not there, at least. I don't mean to go go back to the Seven Kingdoms. There's nothing there I care to go back for.

[Once he'd nearly pledged himself to this woman. He'd been close to wanting to see her on the throne. Now, he did not care who sat on that accursed metal chair. That was a land that he wanted no part of. He liked the one he was in much more.]

[gelenka]

They were given to me as a wedding present. I hatched them and fed them in the midst of my husband's funeral pyre.

[The story is hard to relate, but she is comfortable with a summation.]

As they grow bigger, they have become more independent. [Said independence is a problem at times.] But they recognize me as their Mother.

Drogon is black with crimson markings; Rhaegal is green with bronze markings and Viserion is cream with gold markings.