eastbound | video | un: stormborn (and Drogon)

[She's at least more cleaned up than her arrival. Some of her hair is starting to grow back, but its still at that fuzz stage. Her burns have at least scabbed over and look less angry. Dany also is a bit more cheerful than before, mostly because she can come and go as she pleases and no one is looking to stop her.

Happy Dany means a happy Drogon, curled around her neck and trying to sleep despite his mother's unprompted video. Now that she finally has the hang of this, she can do a few of the things that had been on her mind.]

Good day. [There's a small rumble and hiss from Drogon as smoke curls from his nose. She places her hand on his head.] I'm in need of some volunteers today. It's a bit difficult when I'm still learning my way, it means I must still rely upon others for help. Given what is needed today, it would be much appreciated if I could acquire any that are strong, skilled in arms and with their hands, as well as any that know more delicate arts such as sewing.

First, I am looking to organize a small group to join me in a mission of good work. There are a number of homes and businesses that need repairs and the more volunteers means the sooner they can be habitable again. Many of the refugees and sick need blankets and fresh clothes. I know that Lady Vannozza meant to make a donation, but active work like this is no less important. If anyone wishes to join me in making bread or soup for them as well, I know it would be appreciated.

[She's a bit sheepish with this last request.]

I mean as well to venture a bit further out of the Citadel as well and would appreciate another with a weapon, as I lost mine in coming to this world. My dragon is too confined at times in the city and he needs room to fly and hunt.

[Which is the excuse, not the real reason.]

I'd like to at least get a look at the Undead, to see the threat for myself.

Thank you.

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Not a prince, you are a Khal. Someday I will braid your hair for all the victories you won and tie bells to it.

I miss my Silver. She was fast like the wind and could jump fire pits.

Are Khals like Kings? (The titles, the trumpery mean nothing to him. Achilles is drawn to the fight, the loyalty of his men, all of the things the "great Kings" take for granted.)

I cannot promise you a mare with a matching coat, but if you want swift, we can find swift.

Khals are leaders, made by acts of bravery and conquest. The longer the braid, the more battles they have won. They lead a great horde of other riders, pillaging cities and living nomadically. Horses are prized by the Dothraki, so Khals must know horseflesh well and never fall from the saddle.

Swift will be enough. To see the undead, we will want to travel along higher ground. It will grant us better perspective.

I like these Khals. (He was born for battle, after all, and doomed to die once Prince Hector fell to his spear or blade.) What a shame I cannot reach them!

(He smiles, bright and fierce.)

Did your Dothraki Khal treat you well?

(The logic earns a nod and he reveals that he is on the move, searching out the biggest stable for the best choices.)

My Sun and Stars was gentle.

[She still feels his loss, even as her dragons comforted her and her heart moved forward. She wasn't the same woman she was at his side and she knew it.]

I have my own horde now. I'm Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.

Lost, I see. You have my sympathy.

(Will that happen with - No. Why would it? They've only be separated for awhile.

~~What has Hector ever done to me?~~)

And you lead them well. You remind me of the Amazons, but gentler.

He and my son. They both ride through the Nightlands now.

[Which is a comfort to say, though she never gave her heart to the horse god of the Dothraki.]

Are the Amazons fearsome? I would like to be a brave warrior.

They wait for you. Your reunion will be sweet.

(A deserving afterlife for a mighty Khaleesi. To hell with the circumstances and people who led to their deaths. If they stood here with them, he would cut them down.)

I have heard tales that they are undefeated. If you are serious, I can begin lessons.

I am serious. I know a little of warfare. I have learned to count troop size quickly, strategy and other matters that are vital to victory. What I lack is the ability to wield a weapon and strike true.

That can be learned if you are ready to sweat. (He has no issue with a woman learning to fight. Most Grecian men would - they would belittle her and he would hate them even more for it.)

First we build up the strength of your arms.

Should I lift heavy things to build the muscles?

[She gave her arm a pinch, the skin far too soft for her liking in this case.]

I have been building some strength during my work in the city, helping with repairs.

I will show you how. If you lift objects that overwhelm you, you will injure yourself.

(The muscles need to be accustomed to movement - not just lifting dead weights.)

Be gentle with yourself. When bodies are overtaxed, they are useless.

Then that means we must meet more often?

[His concern for her is genuinely touching, as is his patience.]

I know that if I'm injured, I can rely on you to help me.

We must. I would be a poor teacher otherwise.

(Chiron had taught him, rarely leaving his side until lessons were cemented into his bones and tendons.)

I will. I am no healer, but I will not balk at wounds.

You have shown that. I will never forget that.

[Not how he tended her feet or how gentle he had been with her. He's earned her gratitude and care.]

Have you seen the Undead?

Your feet were not terrifying.

(Just in case she thinks otherwise. Look at him being courteous?)

From a distance. They move strangely.

I have never had them complimented before.

[And she's taking that for a compliment. What woman doesn't want to hear that her feet aren't terrifying?]

Strangely? How so?

They are dainty.

(Like the rest of her! Every single woman who has ever walked the planet (any planet) wants to hear their feet aren't terrifying, he's sure of it.)

Have you ever seen someone walk in their sleep?

I have heard of people walking in their street, but I haven't seen anyone actually do it.

They wobble?

[That's the only thing she can think to describe it.]

They seem enchanted; they do not outwardly respond to speech, for example. I cannot say they feel discomfort or pain either.

I suppose that would be the case. If these undead were summoned or raised, they might behave more like...puppets?

video | un: stormborn (and Drogon)

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