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Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: fleetwide!
Action: aboard the Caprine
When: Today

[Dany is on a mission today! Ever since she had finally approached the gross planet and had heard from locals of the party coming up, she has decided to try and make a dress for herself. Sadly easier said than done as she normally has them made for her. In her lap rests a length of semi-opaque cloth, a needle in hand as she embroiders the fabric.]

I was wondering, perhaps, if anyone might have skills in leather working? I am attempting to make a gown for the forthcoming festivities and I wish to not have this task compete with my duties aboard the Caprine.

[She has an idea in mind and can draw it up for anyone who might need a visual demonstration. She also might wear the final product around the ship if the dress is suitable enough. She hated wearing the standard issue clothing if she could avoid it.]

I am willing to compensate in whatever means is acceptable for services rendered. I am skilled enough in embroidery and some sewing, but leather is out of my knowledge.

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[ Well, this is interesting, to say the least. Silver hair, violet eyes, and a somewhat familiar way of speaking. It's an easy assumption for any Westerosi to make, but Robb might have at least told him if there was a Targaryen among them.

Then again, Robb doesn't tell him much of anything these days, and Theon has little reason to burden himself worrying over a dead House and its last remaining members half the world away. But it is still rather intriguing to have one here at all. ]

Next you'll be asking for someone skilled in the making of chainmail.

[ Only because her request vaguely reminds him of Asha. He'll never admit it, but he sort of misses his sister. ]

No, not as of yet. [She smiles a bit, curious about the response she's gotten.]

Leather for a belt, or perhaps to be sewn into the fabric is what I am aiming for, but I do not have the skill to treat it myself.

[She'd seen men in Drogo's Khalisaar make it and she'd admired the work, even if Viserys had not.]

[ He's had his family on the mind a lot lately; it's only a natural response. ]

I see no reason why you should. It isn't woman's work.

[ Ohhh, Theon...Stop thinking only with the mindset of a Northman. ]

[Wow, he sure sounds like every damn man she's ever met in her life-!! Or well the ones who didn't immediately come to respect her, anyway.]

I suppose it is fitting that I am no ordinary woman, then. If you take me for some ordinary kitchen waif who cowers at insult then you are incredibly mistaken.

[ He really should know better by now. His sister can hold her own against any man, and it isn't as though he wasn't made a fool of when he berated his captain for being a woman immediately upon arrival. ]

A kitchen waif? [ He chuckles. ] Surely not, but I do take you for a member of a long dead house. I believe I've a good idea of who you are.

[ We're gonna get along just swell. ]

[Just.... rolling her eyes. Yep. She really isn't surprised anymore by the jabs about her house. Her brother was called the beggar king, she'd been called countless things for years. At the end of the day she knew who she was.]

I take it you are from Westeros as well?

[And an idiot, compared to Robb Stark's attempts at diplomacy. At least this one knew she existed and didn't think she was a fisherman's tale.]

[ Oh, let him talk. Jabs and japes and a loud mouth are all he has. All his attempts at diplomacy in the past crumbled before they could even take shape, and he sees no reason why he should focus on political ties here. He's already done his damage back home. He's already a turncloak, and if Robb's word can be trusted, a prisoner yet again. But at least he knows his histories. ]

The Iron Islands. [ Can you hear it? Can you hear him smirking? Get used to that. ] Have you read the histories? The ironborn supported the Targaryen kings and the throne. Before Robert laid his claim.

[ In fact, the Greyjoys are probably about as far from Targaryen usurpers as you'll get, considering their neutral stance in Robert's rebellion and Balon's rebellion against Robert. You'll probably meet the other Greyjoys someday if the book ever gets done, Dany. This is a sneak preview of what you have to look forward to. ]

[That piques her interest. She knew the histories, remembered Viserys mentioning once or twice of how the Greyjoys and the rest of the Iron Islands could be the first after Dorne to support their claim. She had even met Quentyn Martell, only to turn down his marriage proposal.]

I am aware of what happened in the past. Are you intending to both insult me for wishing to commission a piece of leather and give me a history lesson? Or is there a point to it.

[Because honestly - as nice as having a fleet from the Iron Islands would be - she is even less sure of the Greyjoys than she was of Quentyn Martell. She wants to know what this boy wants and who he is.]

[ The Iron Islands just may be Dany's best bet, but Theon is not. Balon has already selected his heir, and it isn't his youngest son. Theon has no power or sway over his father. He's already tried. He doesn't want or need anything from Dany, but at least he can still talk a big talk. ]

Yes. And yes.

[ That sly smirk makes its way back into his tone. At least he didn't lie. ]

I thought you could use the reminder, just in case no one taught you your history. Which one are you, then?

I would think that would be obvious which I am, if you've paid attention to your own histories.

[Duh. What is this a sass off?]

I am Daenerys Targaryen Queen of Mereen and a Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. Some call me the Mother of Dragons but you may call me 'Your Grace' when you speak to me.

[Yeah she's not pleased with this one.]

I'll ask again - what do you want?

Oh, may I? [ The way he chuckles is enough to show that he probably won't be calling her that any time soon. ] Well, then you're welcome to call me the same. What little claim you still have to the throne means nothing here.

[ He backed a guy who literally had no claim just because he was his best friend. He knows what he's talking about. Also, yes, this is definitely a sass-off. ]

What makes you think I want anything?

Little? I am the last remaining heir to the true King who sat upon the throne before he was murdered by one of his guards. My claim is not small, I assure you. I am the blood of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon, and the Iron Throne by right belongs to House Targaryen, regardless of what sort of person the man who sat upon it before was like.

[Her temper was beginning to flare up. She's heard this so many times - the sneers and the snide remarks, calling her brother a "Beggar King" when all he'd been trying to do was keep them alive until they could return to their true home.]

You would not contact me if you wanted for nothing, would you? Or do you regularly speak to people with whom you know nothing of or about and make insults?

[For real. He was being a bit of a moron right then.]

Your home is Pyke, yes? The Greyjoys call themselves kings and yet here you are, cast out into this place as I have been. Your situation is no different than my own.

To most of Westeros, your claim is small.

[ He actually doesn't mean it in an entirely cruel way. Theon doesn't know where his own loyalties lie anymore, but he does know that Westeros is a mess. Too many people are trying to stake their claims. Even Balon Greyjoy had been intent on taking the North from Robb. Adding this young girl to the mix only serves to make things even more complicated for everyone. ]

The Ironborn do as they please. They support who they please, if they choose to support anyone at all. The kings squabbling over that pile of broken swords you call a throne have no real rule over us.

[ Not anymore. Theon isn't his father's incentive to behave any longer. There's nothing preventing Balon from rebelling again. ]

As for how I regularly speak to people--[ His trademark smirk sneaks into his voice yet again. ] I suppose you're just a special target. I've never had the opportunity to insult a Targaryen before.

Is that so? Your people would rather Joffrey, then? Or perhaps Robert Baratheon? You'd rather they burn your precious islands to the ground? Because that's what would happen if men of their ilk remain on the throne. Though, I suppose you can't be much different than they - you come across just as simple minded.

[He might be an Ironborn but she expected more. Not this... boy, who tried very hard to be too big for his britches. Gods she hoped they weren't all like that.]

Be careful whom you mean to insult; I assure you there would only be one casualty in that dispute and it wouldn't be me.

[Where is Drogon when she needs him. All the same, her tone is careful. She didn't want to make an enemy of this one but at the same time he was rather disagreeable. Dare she say Robb Stark came across as much more reasonable in comparison.]

Tell me, what is it about my name that interests you so? It can't just be for the fact that you plan to insult me at every turn. You had a reason. Did you want to confirm I am who I say I am? Or perhaps you hoped that I was some simpering girl who cowered at the slightest? It must make you feel rather large to pick a fight with a girl that you can't seem to make afraid of you or cower before you.

[It was actually somewhat cowardly, if you asked her.]

My people--[ The amount of emphasis on the word is telling. He's clearly losing control of this conversation, if he ever had any control over it to begin with, but Dany has the right of him. He's a man grown, yet somehow he's also still just a boy trying to fill shoes that are far too big for him. ]

My people wish to be ruled by no one but their own king. My father, Balon Greyjoy, is the rightful ruler of the Iron Islands. He rebelled against Robert Baratheon for a reason. The driftwood crown is his own, and until you or anyone else can promise that it will be returned to him, I will insult who I please.

[ He's trying so hard, bless him. Theon may be frustrating and a loudmouth, but he's hardly the worst of the lot. That honor is all Euron's. Theon only wants to be accepted and loved, but his uncle is just cruel for no good reason. ]

Your name is what makes you a rarity. You're a dying breed--nearly dead, in fact. Your family's name is not easy to skim over in the histories. I won't ask your forgiveness for my curiosity.

I promise you - the only one who will be wearing a crown will be me, Theon Greyjoy. Your father would be wise to align himself with my cause if he doesn't wish to be taken for treason when I arrive in Westeros. You've all but assured his fate by the folly of your own making.

[Translation: If he's gonna be a dick she's going to make empty threats about the dad he seems to love so much. See? There are totally two immature children in this conversation.]

[ He really does try to tell himself that he loves his father, at least. He doesn't hate Balon, but fathers are strange creatures, easily angered and prone to mistreating their children, but you're meant to love them all the same, aren't you?

He's going to keep being a dick, though. A bit of arguing never stopped him before. ]

Well, then. I'll be insulting you quite a bit, won't I?

[ It never ends. ]

Then you are a fool, Theon Grayjoy. If you think your petty games are meant to hurt me you're wrong. There are far worse things in this world than verbal jabs. You're wasting both of our time by acting a child.

[And she won't give him the satisfaction of a witty comeback. Instead, she disconnects the conversation between the two of them.]

[ Almost reluctantly, but: ]

I may help.

I would appreciate it, if you could find a minute.

[Because honestly she's not that great at the leather thing.]

[ There's a pause, a long one, before Lauralae speaks. ]

Then it shall be so.

Are there any materials you need?

[Is it truly that easy?]

Whatever I seek can be found on the land below. I do not fear it, and so the request shall be completed.

[ he kind of has his hands full with making three costumes, but he can't really step away from a call for help. ]

I've never really worked with leather, but depending on what you have in mind, I may be able to hook you up with a synthetic replacement -

A belt or two. Hopefully that isn't too much?

[Because honestly she knows there's a lot of work that goes into it - taking the skins, shaping it to the form it needs to be, toughening up the surface a bit.]

If you're flexible about the material -- I think we can work something out. Do you have a specific design in mind?

Nothing terribly intricate. I am sewing a simple design into my dress itself - if you wish to do the same I would not object.

[She's gotten other offers but this one seems like he knows what he's doing. Or at the very least he's asking her very specific questions.]

Alright -- well, I'll need measurements - length and thickness. And - color.

No- nothing in particular. I do not want to trouble you further than this. I wish only something that is functional.

[Otherwise she would do it herself.]

It's no trouble, if I'm making it I may as well make what you want. And - make it to fit - [ measurements are kind of...essential. ]

That's a lot of effort for a planet we're only stopping briefly at. Wouldn't it be easier to go and get credits to buy an outfit?

And deprive someone of the chance to use the skills they have at their disposal? I could easily spend credits, yes, but I find I like watching someone make things. It reminds me of home.

I suppose you're right. There's something about watching a process from start to finish.

There is. I want to learn, if possible. Though I doubt it will be terribly easy to always find the materials.

It is very unlikely. The air here probably doesn't allow for many animals to live here. And any leather or pelts might be toxic to have in close contact.

I- I hadn't thought of that. Only that the people down below seemed content to use what they had at their disposal.

Exactly. Hopefully, that won't impede the work they put into their own costume.

[And even if it did she planned to pay them handsomely.]

I've got some! I don't need any repayment, but I do have a couple shirts that could use restitching if you don't mind an exchange of services.

What are you looking to do? I can't do any intricate stamping or designwork, but I can make things like belts and bags and weapon holsters.

[She opens her mouth to object - that she'd definitely be giving payment - but then he explains the shirts and she's already nodding in agreement.]

A belt or two is all I need - something simple to hold this together.

[She holds up her work for him to see, careful not to drop the needle still in the fabric.]

Hmm, I see, I see... I think a dark leather would be best. Hold on, my friend's got a lot more fashion sense than me, let me ask him what he thinks would work. Unless you already have an idea?

I will provide whatever you need. Thank you for offering your services.

[She's intrigued by this friend, though. If they are anything like Qing, it might be nice.]

Your friend? Perhaps you could introduce us?

[She needs dresses too for future use!!]

Oh, definitely! His name's Mikleo, he's my friend from home. We grew up together. But he's absolutely the best person to ask about fashion. He knows more about historical fashion trends than I do, and he might not seem like it but he always likes to make sure his hair is neat and that he looks great. Not in a totally vain way! He comes by it naturally.

It seems you have it covered, but if you need anything else, I can probably take care of it. [He sounds a little amused. There are a lot of remarkably helpful people here.]

I would appreciate that. It would certainly save me the travel.

[It really was remarkable how so many were willing to help her.]

Perhaps when you have that machine of yours, you could teach me to use it? Hand sewing can be awfully tedious, I'm finding.

[How the heck did her handmaidens do it?]

[Hey, Dany is a shipmate. Not that he'd not help someone else just the same but shhh.]

I would be delighted to. Hand-sewing is good for relaxation, but it becomes too much after a while.

[Probably because it gave them peace from everything else tbh.]

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