on going to scorched

[moonofhislife]

I suppose it's too much to hope that you will miss that deadline.

My lady mun, I assure you this is quite unnecessary. The people there have only heard my name; they do not know me. Many of them were involved with the death of my father and brother, and the attempt on my own life. Is that what you wish me to face? And...I am only a young girl and know little of monsters, but the place seems troubled enough. Do you really think it needs a half-wild dragon set loose?

You need not answer. I can see quite plainly that you do.

I want it known that I still think this is a terrible idea.

[A little quieter:] I do hope you know what you are doing.

Comments

you're doing great!

[naltorian]

Let's be realistic. You look like a really smart girl. Do you some good wits?

djfsk you are too kind

[moonofhislife]

[Daenerys lets that sink in a moment. People don't usually look at her and think "smart." Then again, perhaps they should. Normally she'd play coy, but...] Yes. Many.

no probs, milady!

[naltorian]

Then what are you worried for? There will be dangers ahead of you, sure, but as long as you got your smarts and your wits, you'll make it out just fine. Maybe a little bruised...but just fine.

[moonofhislife]

I suppose that's true.

My name is Daenerys Targaryen. [She considers listing the full titles, but that could take awhile if she did, so she shortens it.] Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Queen of Meereen, and Khaleesi of the Dothraki Sea. And yours?

[naltorian]

Nura Nal. Wife of the adorkable Brainiac 5 of the Legion of Super-Heroes, and Legionnaire under the title of Dream Girl. [Thankfully, she's wearing a skirt, so she is able to do a polite curtsy, though it is a bit fumbled, since Nura had only just started practicing, what with Projectra around.]

Pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.

[moonofhislife]

[She smiles a little. That style sounds distinctly Meereenese to her, which is normally a put-off, but it's clearly well-intended. Daenerys gives a little bow in return.] My lady Nura. You may address me as khaleesi. [She's always liked that style best, the one she's felt closest to. There's no ceremony to stand on here, so Dany supposes she can be called whatever she likes.]

[naltorian]

Khaleesi. [Nura says with a deep, honeyed tone, closing her eyes a moment. The word is smooth...and it invokes the memory of a word similar to in Naltor's language, the one Nura had been raised to speak. She opens her eyes, smiling warmly.]

It's a beautiful yet strong title.

[moonofhislife]

[Dany smiles again. She has always loved the sound of it, herself.] It is the horselords' word for queen. Dothraki kings are called khals. A prince is khalakka, a princess khalakki.

[naltorian]

Oh, but it sounds much more than "queen. That title holds something significance that is gifted by the language's origin. Khaleesi on its own is strong, but when you speak of khal, on it's own? It seems lonely. A khal belongs with his khaleesi. They sound so amazingly strong when spoken together.

[Her own romanticism and whimsy slips into her tone. When she says the word "khal", she thinks of her husband, and how he seemed to solitary and lonely before Nura became his, in the words of his heart and borrowing of Dany's language, khaleesi.]

Hopefully your khal adores you all the more.

[moonofhislife]

[Dany is still smiling. She likes this woman.] There is a common endearment -- shekh ma shieraki anni. It means "my sun and stars," said by a woman to her husband. He may respond with jalan atthirari anni. "Moon of my life."

[Her face falls a little at that. Her khal. Yes.] I am certain he does. From the nightlands, where he watches over me. [Dany thinks he'd be proud.]