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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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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.]

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