dusting off rust with a place in mind

[emblazing]

[ a pause ]

And once again we are well met, though I would not consider it half so well. Do you think your cause greater than mine? You seek toys to play with while I have a city to grow, a people yet waiting across the sea.

[ there's a ripple against her jaw, something beneath the skin and nothing more. a passing image. ]

I do not begrudge you a home and people of your own. Yet you would think it suitable to deny me of mine. There is a way I am to go and it is not with you or this vessel that wishes to bear me.

You make a foolish choice.

Comments

[tsarcasm]

Yeah, well, unfortunately, our say doesn't count for much when it comes to these kinds of things.

lakjfwlkfj best username bless

[emblazing]

I find myself reminded of it, the longer I impose reason. As if there was any in the first place to be found in her.

I TRY.

[tsarcasm]

Hey, at least you've got the chance to go out and do something. It beats sitting around with nothing to do. Which, let me tell you, gets old fast.

[emblazing]

You'd think me fortunate?
[ it's spoken dryly, though there's truth in her words ]
Perhaps you might speak with them. They are eager enough to use us to their whims.

[tsarcasm]

No one who gets their home taken from them is lucky. But if there's no other option, you might as well make the best of it.

[emblazing]

[ that almost earns a chuckle. she's hardly going to be complacent.]

I'm hardly one to be idle, my lady. If I must go, then I will go, though I think best too high a term.

Have you ever been sent? Elsewhere?

[tsarcasm]

Oh, please, just call me Anya. If I wanted to be my lady'd, I'd go back to Paris.

I have. But it's been a while.

[emblazing]

Paris?

[ wat is that ]

If there is one thing they will listen to it is a desire to be somewhere, rather than here. Would you go to another world again?

[tsarcasm]

Right. You're probably not from Earth. Paris is a city. It's where my grandmother lives.

And I'd like to. But apparently there's no time for me at the moment. Too many girls with swords. Or axes. Or something.

[emblazing]

Earth -- that's the name of your world?
[ the different worlds confuse her at times, though she wouldn't openly admit it.

oh but that draws a small smile from her. ]

I've yet to meet a woman who fought with a blade. They're hardly common, where I am from. Though I hear they do exist. I'd think them formidable warriors.

[ and a surprise to any who would consider any mere 'girls'.]

[promisedprince]

[He looks at the young woman with long, silver hair and violet eyes.]

I believe we have no choice. These gods or... beings... seem to enjoy making us submit to their will.

[emblazing]

[ is this some sort of trick? but blood calls to blood and there is none other that yet walks the earth in her time with that same coloring. a targaryen's coloring is as much their crown as it is their mark. ]

Would you submit to them? To which of my kin do I speak? [ almost bitterly, but there's a silent yearning that covers it well ] That I have been robbed of?

[promisedprince]

[So yes, she is indeed the blood of the dragon, just like him.]

I am Rhaegar of House Targaryen, my Lady. I believe we have not met before.

[emblazing]

[ the one they claimed the true dragon, the last dragon. her brother, the one in the house of the undying playing a beautiful song -- the one whom she wished to have met but never could. ]

All I have of you are stories or songs, recollections from a true knight who served you. You were stolen from me before I had yet to enter the world.

[ despite this she is a queen, and a queen is level, even though she can't hold back the bitterness, or the yearning in her voice for what can't be save in strange realms such as this. ]

I am Daenerys.
[ a pause ]
Your sister, and last of our House.

[promisedprince]

[He is the true dragon, the prince that was promised. But he had died in the Battle of the Trident without ever meeting his youngest sister.]

Daenerys... A beautiful name, very fitting for someone of our House, sister... But did you say last...? What about Elia and the children?

[emblazing]

[ she is no child, no longer and yet his words, she wants to hear them. to hear him say that what she does is a true dragon's work, she wishes to hear many things.

there's almost the ghost of a smile appearing, hesitantly rearing it's head to spread before it sputters out like a candle at his question. elia martel and his children, smashed by the usurper's men, raped, murdered. ]

--Brother, [ it's a long pause, as if trying the words on her tongue. this was a true targaryen, not her cowardly brother -- not her cruel, pitiful brother. ]

They did not survive.

[ it is hardly her fault, she cannot be blamed, though viserys would blame her for their lady mother's death -- but he is dead. rhaegar is dead, they are all dead and she breathes and lives on the echoes they have left behind and ahead of her. ]

I am sorry.

[promisedprince]

[The older dragon falls onto his knees, his gaze lost in the distance. Or maybe in the past. This is exactly the answer he was dreading. After all, if he had died, who could protect them? This was his fault, of course, for having run away with Lyanna... Lyanna...]

A-And Lyanna... Did she die as well?

[emblazing]

I am told she died as well.

[ the fire's burning again. that fire that wanted nothing more than vengeance, made tenfold by a brother that should have been hers. it's only a cruel barb, a dream meant to twist her heart and remind her how painfully, wrongfully she has been robbed. ]

Viserys fled with our lady mother on the last of our fleet. There she gave birth to me -- and died.

The Usurper's dogs continued to chase us before I could even speak.

[ she kneels down beside him, violet eyes bright. ]

There will be justice.

[promisedprince]

[Rhaegar can't help but feel guilty for Dany's apparent thirst for blood. She might be disappointed that even if he excelled with the lance and sword, he preferred his books and harp to war and battles.]

I am sorry you have lived such a hard life, dear sister. You should have lived peacefully with our brother Viserys and our mother on Dragonstone.

[He sighs and looks at her face with his sad eyes.]

[emblazing]

[ it's no surprise he can see it. there's a darkness in her eyes that might not have been if he had done differently. a cruel truth perhaps, but there it remains. ]

I wished for that, once. But you are all but lost to me. As is Viserys, who was cruel, witless -- in the end.

[ she smiles faintly, but it's sad ]

They say that I am like you. I have named one dragons after your name.

[promisedprince]

[But still, Rhaegar would not have done anything differently, except maybe refusing to marry Elia Martell. While he was fond of her, he had never loved her the way he loved Lyanna Stark. Maybe someday, his sister will understand that and forgive him.]

Viserys is dead as well? Who did that? The Lannisters? Robert?

[He smiles back the same way, his usual way to smile.]

Do you enjoy music and books sis... Wait? Did you say dragons? True, live dragons?

[wont]

Defiance will only win you ire, my lady. [ Alayne lowers her gaze, assumes a modest posture. The Scribes would listen and take note of the things she said. ] Or spite, depending on how well they love their cruelties.

[emblazing]

I find she gives me enough ire, whether I protest or not. Or I would be as I ought to be.

[ she is not one to remain silent, those days are done, buried in the ashes of a funeral pyre not her own. ]

And yours, my lady? Do they treat you with many cruelties?
[ is this why i am warned? ]

[wont]

She is a goodly keeper, and kind. [ There are days when the words are less hollow then they are now. Though her life remains full of treachery, she is not kept from having friends and the only lies in her mouth are the ones she herself decides to sow. And besides, what life waited for her back in Westeros? Back into her cage, with the queen's sword dangling above her head and the promise of another unwanted marriage looming. ] Though my responsibilities are nothing compared to yours.

sob forgive me i am rusty but i am on my way to you!!

[emblazing]

And you speak truly?

[ there's a shrewdness there; in those strange violet eyes that so many would find either lovely or unsettling. of which does she appear to this girl -- no, this young woman. perhaps she is like herself, once a girl but something else, but her words are too prettily painted and it is too early to tell.

she mentions her path, the one she must take. it warrants no pause of suspicion, dany mentioned her motions vaguely at best, but it leaves her curious. ]

I have much to reclaim, my lady. Much to protect, in turn. I hope they do not rest as heavily on you.

[willas_tyrell]

Unfortunately, the mundanes do not often listen to us when it comes to these sorts of matters.

[emblazing]

You aren't the first to tell me so, ser.
[ not unkindly, but there's a slight wrinkle of displeasure in her eyes, just the same. ]
And what am I to do, then? Say nothing? In that way I'd be no different than a plaything.

[willas_tyrell]

If there were an easy answer I would give it to you, my lady.

There does not seem to be any way to stop one's mun from doing what they please, and I've seen many different ideas used in my time. As resigned as this must sound, given there seems to be no option that hasn't been tried unsuccessfully a million times before, it would probably be wisest to make the best of your current situation.

[emblazing]

[ it's enough to make her almost smile, but not with much pleasure. if there were a way to escape this she would have done so. a dragon was never fond of imprisonment. ]

It's what I've decided to do. At least allies could be made, there, if I am to go.

[willas_tyrell]

[Dragons would not find themselves alone in this.]

Your mundane has a game in mind already?

[Lucky her. He's at the stage he would enjoy getting out of his mun's headspace a little more. If only the mun could be motivated to fill out an app...]

Well, I hope wherever it is you find a few familiar faces.

[emblazing]

She does. One that would return me to a ship, it seems.

[ he's kind, genial at least. she is curious to know from where he comes. ]

I thank you, ser. I would ask your name.

[willas_tyrell]

I gather you've spent a lot of time on ships?

Willas, of House Tyrell, at your service my lady.

[emblazing]

Many a time, a ship bore me on the hour of my birth.

[ a pause, a shrewdness in her eyes ]

Tyrell? Your House once sided with mine. Where now does it stand?

[willas_tyrell]

Then you must be Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen.

[He'd had his suspicions, but didn't want to presume.]

At the moment, we are sided with the Lannisters in the current war. [Much to his distaste] However we have no great love for them. [In his case, quite the opposite.]

[oldest_brother]

Tis a shame that our scribes believe their plight is greater than ours.

[emblazing]

One wonders what sort of 'troubles' they might know, that should overshadow our own.

[ it's almost derisively spoken. ]

From what has yours taken you from?

[oldest_brother]

Mine hasn't taken anything, yet they are thinking of sending me into a game. I have a quest to complete with my brother and uncle, yet they don't seem to understand that.

[emblazing]

And what sort of quest? I am aware of your folk. You are a dwarf?

[oldest_brother]

Aye, I am a dwarf. One of Durin's folk. [He said that rather proudly.] We are reclaiming our kingdom back from the dragon Smaug.

[steelthorns]

You plead your case well, my lady. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors.

[emblazing]

I thank you for it, my lady. To sit and say nothing does even less.

[steelthorns]

I would expect nothing less from a khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.

[she pauses.]

Forgive me, but you are Daenerys Targaryen, are you not? We in the Reach have heard rumors of your exploits, but it's difficult to puzzle out the truth from the mouths of sailors.

[emblazing]

[ ah. so she knows of her. few who approach these days have not heard her name in passing.

in the reach.

where the tyrells dwell. those of the house of roses who changed sides, those who once followed her family's banner. a curious thing.

with what should she greet this girl with, surely near her in age? with her wide eyes and her dark curls, her seemingly sweet smile? ]

You know me well, my lady -- but surely I would know your name, in kind. I have heard of a noble House that dwells in the Reach. Do they dwell there still?

[steelthorns]

[margaery widens her eyes briefly and offers a small, breathless laugh.]

Oh, forgive me, Khaleesi, I've been unspeakably rude --I am Margaery of House Tyrell. There are many noble houses in the Reach, but they all swear fealty to my lord father.

[all but one. she isn't sure yet if she wants to mention that, though.]

You must pardon my poor manners; it's all so terribly exciting. I've heard such marvelous stories about your adventures that I could only dream of meeting you in person. Tell me, is there any truth to the tales?