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.]

Comments

[moonofmylife]

[He really did look like a blind man, with the way he was walking. As he drew closer to her, she reached out in an attempt to steady him.]

Are you alright?

[He was blind, wasn't he?]

[pneumo]

Whoa-- [ Alright, so while Sascha may have heard her he wasn't expecting her to actually just reach out like that and help him. He starts and stops a little, trying to open his eyes--and then shutting them immediately when the fluorescent lights makes them throb and sting something fierce. ]

Ow, ow ow..... Y-yeah. I'm fine, ehe...

[moonofmylife]

You don't sound it. Generally, people who are fine don't say 'ow' repeatedly.

[Or he's just pretending to be hurt but really who does that???]

[pneumo]

It's just my eyes♥ Don't worry--I probably blinded myself again.

[ THIS GUY but it is legit this time. ]

[moonofmylife]

Shouldn't you see a maester to treat you?

[Seriously how does he plan to function with his eyes closed all the time?]

random fails us all eventually....

[pneumo]

[ He has done it before, he will do it again. ]

...? Aren't they the people who coach the orchestras? [ No, Sascha, that's maestro. ]

[moonofmylife]

No, they're doctors.

[As if he should totally know that, right?]

[pneumo]

[ Oh totally. Never mind that where he comes from they're called Physicians--he should totally know Maester. ]

...What sort of thing do they treat? [ Must be some kind of specialist or something. ]

[moonofmylife]

Practically everything and anything unless you're at death's door. They try to, at any rate.

[Nah, they're just medieval doctors. ]

[pneumo]

Oh... They probably can't help me very much then. [ Seeing as how technically, he's already dead. They probably can't do too much about that. ]

[moonofmylife]

I can't imagine why not. Blindness isn't curable but you're not blind, are you? Just sensitive to light.

[Which sounds incredibly painful. Poor guy.]

[pneumo]

That's because my pupils are always dilated though. [ He points to his eyes which are a solid gold, irises not even the least visible. ] They're stuck that way. I don't think healers can fix that.

[ It's kind of in the same line of his being able to reattach a limb if separated. Goes with being undead, alas. ]

[moonofmylife]

With your eyes like that... what does Atroma mean to do, bringing you here?

[She really feels for this guy. She can't understand why they brought someone here who can't honestly function like this.]

[pneumo]

Hmm... That's a pretty good question. I mean, I don't mind being kidnapped by a gorgeous woman but... [ Because he's still assuming that's what Atroma is. ] It'd be great if they fixed the lighting here.

Every time I turn them off, someone goes and turns them back on.