driftfleet | 3 AM we seemed alright, on our way into the mingle

[Dany can be found wandering the Caprine, a cup of tea in hand as she makes the rounds to various parts of the ship. Her silver-blonde hair hung loose for a change, but for a pair of braids that weaved the sides of her head and joined at the back. She no longer pressed herself to stand out in opulent clothes, though she still avoided the standard issue uniform. Having fashioned herself simple clothes that resembled closely those she had worn while traveling among the Dothraki - the simplest made she could do - she found it easy to move about in riding pants and a woven top, versus her flowing gowns made of silks. This, and other little happenings of late had made her feel homesick for her people and miss her Sun and Stars, though she did not betray her emotions to others.

Lost in thought, Dany stops on her way to Engineering - perhaps Pinkie would not set anything on fire today? - to look over logs and notes as they were presented to her by various departments of the ship. Qing handled a lion's share of the work, but there were times when she knew a personal touch was needed. The Caprine was in good hands in her care. Anyone looking to seek out the young Captain would find her leaning against a wall, the logs in her hands and completely focused on her work.]

Edited 2016-06-08 01:56 (UTC)

[She set something on fire ONE TIME! Due to chaotic intervention! And she bought the stinking Bath upgrade to make up for it!

Still, no electrical components to this one, so Dany shouldn't have to worry too much.]

Oh hey, Captain Danaerys! How's it going!

[Oh Pinkie... for a horse, she was a special one. It made her wonder what words her silver would have for her, if she could talk.]

I am well, checking on the new additions. How are things on your end?

[The upgrades had shown up quickly and Dany was glad to finally have a bed chamber of her own and a bathroom fitting it as well. She was glad for it. Everyone did their part to oversee upgrades and to help one another aboard the ship.]

[Probably cussing out the Game of Thrones directors for killing her off when she's alive and well in the books.]

Hee, things are going great! Engine and shields are in tip-top shape, AND I'm almost dome with my ice cream maker~

[ Leto is not sneaky by nature. Certainly, he has the skills for it, the speed to leave and to slip in the spaces. His appearance always garners attention but rarely do people dwell on it. They usually catch sight of his eerie blue eyes and all thoughts vanish.

Leto sets the box on the floor and straightens. He had never performed these kinds of courtship. He was more skillful in words and deeds, though he had a flair for gift giving. He liked to fashion them with his hands using simple materials. Possessions mean little to him these days, when you hold the Empire in the palm of your hand. ]

[Leto had come to grab her attention by more than just his appearance. Daenerys had come to hold some level of anticipation as she waited to see when he might mysteriously come and go aboard the Caprine. While possessions meant little to her, having grown up with so little, the fact that he was still catering to the terms of her forceful assertion that he prove himself was enough to set her heart fluttering. It reminded her too much of Daario, that subtle affection that she had long thought escaped her with the death of Khal Drogo.

Daario had reawoken a part of her long dead, but still heavily guarded. She knew not to trust herself to open up again, despite how much she had cared for him. Dany had loved his blue hair and the cocksure way he carried himself. She wondered if marrying H'zdar had cost her something more important, even if her people would always come first. She had none of those things here, and yet she still hesitated with what to do with Leto, even if she treasured his gift.

Dany felt conflicted in accepting the gift, hoping for a chance to see him in person and thank him. Now that she was given the opportunity, the words 'Thank you' are lost in favor of surprise.]

Is that another gift?

[Seven Hells, Daenerys hoped it was just some sort of package he was bringing just for the Caprine, instead of herself. Her violet eyes widen as she takes in the box and then Leto himself. This was their first meeting in person and he surely didn't disappoint. His blue eyes were striking, but she felt unphased by them, having grown used to her own strange look. Silver hair and violet eyes were a mark of House Targaryen that carried through generations from the days of Valyria and those who had conquered Westeros from the Andals and the First Men.]

[ If Leto's surprised by her sudden appearance, he does not show it. Instead his lips quirk and he bows politely. ]

I did make a promise, of sorts. Though gifts are a small part of it, making them yours is what opens our hearts to the world.

[She wants to tell him to stop the gifts but at the same time the fact that he continues to go out of his way interests her. It was a mixed feeling.]

I didn't have the chance to say thank you. For your last gift.

[It helped her feel less homesick, in truth. She would have rather he somehow make Drogon appear in thin air.]

Did you know? What such a gift was for me?

[How he knew specifically to gift her with a dragon... she's intrigued by it.]

[ He bows lightly, his head tilted to the side, accepting her thanks. ]

I knew. I have a special ability of my own, to notice and understand the lives of others.

[ To put it mildly. Leto doesn't want the Game of Thrones people to know that he can perceive the future and the past. It'll invite the kind of questions he prefers to avoid and he rarely violates his rule - no knowledge of the future is meant to be passed on. ]

[it was intriguing, but it also left her feeling slightly invaded. If he knew of her Dragons, he had to know about so many other things - anything she had done in her life, however, terrible or great.]

That eliminates the mystery a bit, wouldn't you say? It must feel a bit of a curse when you want to become close to someone you already know so well.

[Not that he probably wanted to be close to her, specifically.]

Can you read thoughts as well?

[Seven Hells. If he could then how could she keep anything from him?]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I know some details, but I do not know the content of one's heart and mind. That belongs to you and you alone. It is a curse but it is mine to bear.

[ And he chose it, for the sake of other people. A selfless choice. ]

A curse? So it was a gift forced upon you.

[Poor thing, honestly. She can't even imagine.]

[ He shrugs loosely. Leto doesn't know how to deal with sympathy or pity when it comes to his prescience. Anger and fear was easier. ]

We can't shed the traits of our lineage so easily, after all.

No, I don't suppose we can, no matter how much we would like to at times.

[Of course, he'd say that knowing exactly who she is and her family's history. There was an old saying about House Targaryen. Whenever a Targaryen was born, the gods flipped a coin. She had no way of knowing if that was true. There was no way to know if she was truly different from her father or from Viserys.]

Tell me about yourself. You know enough about me that it's almost unfair.

[She might be pressing for a different topic, if only to keep her thoughts from showing in her expressions. He was here and she wanted to learn about him.]

[ The Atreides family has their own history with madness. Though it has less to do with sanity than the lurking past lives in their minds. ]

What would you like to know?

Dany | OTA

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assuming they've already met...?

of course!!

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