001 ♛ Video;

[moonofmylife]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: She can be found on the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva if anyone wants to find her wandering around.
When: Today!

[Daenerys hadn't even had fortnight to settle in, to take in the situation she's found herself in. One moment she was in the almost safety of Drogon's company and the next she was surrounded by Dothraki. Now? She was.... looking at a strange speaking device? She learned enough that people could communicate with it, but not enough right away on how to do so herself. It takes her a moment to figure it out and when she finally does, her violet eyes are still wide with concern on the video feed. Once she realizes it's working, she tries to go for a more calm and assertive outward appearance.]

To think that such a place would be capable of stealing so many from their homes. I can't imagine the ransom they'd be seeking. I wish to speak to whoever thought it wise to attempt such a feat and if any others can provide valuable information, mayhap you'll receive a reward from me in return.

[Mostly her eternal gratitude, given that she had little else on her person in the way of money. Carefully, she tucks a stray silver lock behind her ear. She wanted to ask where Drogon was and yet she knew outright asking her captors where they'd taken her dragon might be too foolish of a thing to attempt.]

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[moonofmylife]

[Dany, for her part, hadn't noticed her yet. She was busying herself with the strange food she'd happened upon. It looked a bit like some sort of chocolate dish. It didn't appeal to her and yet she knew she should probably eat something. Though there was always the worry that the food might be poisoned. That could pose a problem.

She felt completely out of place wearing her clothing that had been made for her in Mereen, her crown with three dragon heads perched in her braided hair. Others she had passed by were wearing much different clothing. It made her feel as if it might well be impossible for her to blend in.]

[percolates]

[One of the first things Ciri did, after checking her abilities, was test the food. So far, so good. So it's with some certainty that she decides to speak up.]

There's nothing wrong with the food. Some of it tastes odd, but we weren't brought here to be poisoned.

[Not their style of entertainment, apparently.]

[moonofmylife]

Really? I should count myself lucky then. It wouldn't be the first time someone tried to kill me.

[Her tone is strained as she speaks, looking up from her food for the first time since she'd posted her message to the network. Her surprise is apparent. She'd never met anyone else with silver blonde hair like her own. She was thought to be the last of her family and yet this girl looked as if she might fit well with them, as far as looks.]

You are a captive like myself? Or just someone who knows a great deal more.

[percolates]

[You and her both, sister. She smiles a little at the comment and the look when she sees her hair. A coincidence, surely, but an amusing one. The eyes are interesting, too--violet, like Yen's, and just as pretty.]

Captive, though I very much dislike the word. From what I've learned it seems that all of us on this ship are new.

[moonofmylife]

I dislike it as well but I can't think of another word for being forcibly taken from somewhere and brought somewhere different.

[It was all the same to her, really. She wasn't where she should be.]

I see. Then we're all a bit out of sorts today.

[Maybe that's just her.]

[percolates]

It'll be all right. [She can't really promise that, but she can at least pretend to be calm.] I've yet to see anyone that looks very happy about being here.

[So, theoretically, they're all on the same side.]

[moonofmylife]

They'd be a fool if they were, I should think. As for all right I'm not so sure.

[She really misses Drogon right now.]

I already asked on this talking box, but... I'm looking for something.

[percolates]

What are you looking for? [Ciri missed that.] Perhaps I can help you look, if it's a thing that would be on this ship.

[moonofmylife]

[Still not sure she can trust anyone but it didn't hurt to supply answers that weren't lies if she were to find Drogon]

My dragon. He's rather large so he's not hard to miss and he'd probably eat anyone who got too close.

[Maybe even her.]

[percolates]

A dragon? [Not what she was expecting to hear.] I think you're right if you assume he's not here, given that there would likely be a massacre.

[moonofmylife]

Dragons need food, so I wouldn't be surprised. Drogon isn't terribly picky who or what he eats and often fights with his brothers over prey.

[Proud mama? Y u p. She gives a placid sort of smile.]

He's my child and I mean to find him, if possible.

[percolates]

[Crazy alarms are going off. Juuuust a little.]

I was brought here alone despite being with others. A dragon may not have been their flavor of entertainment.

[As entertaining as bears at a wedding.]

[moonofmylife]

[Sadly crazy runs in her family. There's that old saying about Targaryens: every time a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin. At least, she's not as bad as her father?]

So, by that logic, perhaps he was left behind?

[Drogon would probably eat whatever crew she found herself on, so it's probably just as well. He's a growing boy, after all!]

[percolates]

Most likely. I don't think space is a place for a dragon.

[It might give her a job to do, if a monster needed to be killed, but Ciri's not that desperate.]

[moonofmylife]

I felt more safe on the ground, ironically. This place... I still don't know what to make of all of this.

[The fact that their vessel rests in the sky is still mind-blowing to be honest.]

[percolates]

Neither do I. In situations like this, it's probably best not to think too much about it--and perhaps avoid looking out the windows.

[Welcome to Ciri's way of coping.]