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Who: Asha Greyjoy and errybody
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley 
When: Today

[ Asha Greyjoy stands in a nondescript hallway aboard the SS Paisley. She is not so foolish as to think there are not those who would harm her among the fleet and would rather not fight in close quarters, if it should come to that. For now, she leans against a wall, unflinchingly gazing into the communicator, more comfortable than curious. Once sharply cropped black hair falls unevenly about her face, too long and shaggy for her liking. Though she would prefer to wear the ship-issued clothing, she dons her weathered, salted leather for this broadcast. It is important that she bear the look of her people when lost in space.

However, she has added her security issued automatic weapon to her ensemble, holstered where her axe once glinted in the light. ]

[ Lazily — ] I believe I’ve arrived in perfect time to represent my people. [ a pause (for the drama tbh). Is this a reference to Tyrion’s broadcast or her brother’s misadventures? Both, perhaps. Evidently, she did some back-reading before announcing her presence. She tilts her chin up, as if challenging her viewers. ]

I am Asha of House Greyjoy, daughter of the kraken, Captain of the Black Wind, and [ an abrupt laugh. ] wife of an axe. [ not some rusted man of the Crow Eye’s choosing. ] Now, I mean no disrespect to my dear captain of the SS Paisley when I mention my titles. You have my service and loyalty, Captain Russo, if only out of respect for the institution of a ship. [ Which is mostly true, if partly for diplomacy’s sake. ] I introduce myself as such so that I may not lie by omission. Secrets in close quarters make for silly disputes, don’t you think? And I’ve nothing to hide. [ She shrugs. ]

On the Iron Islands, we must drown before we may live. And if death has already taken me once, why should I fear life among the stars? Or the animals twinkling with them, at that. [ Shout out to her fellow Westerosi. ] I will not bore you with history, but if you should like to learn more of the reavers of isles, who trade as well as take, who travel to the farthest reaches of our realm but return to the stony shores because none but us survive there, well — [ Her face splits into a grin. It is an easy thing to be happy when you’ve escaped cannibals and burnings and your only worries are green men. ] — I’ll oblige you, provided you regale me with tales of your own adventures. A fair trade. [ because she isn’t some godless pirate please and thank you!! ] I’ve need of drink and laughter after enduring snow and somber company.

[ Her smile thins into an unreadable expression, certainly more weary than before but too neutral to truly judge. ]

— And Theon, it is time we meet again.

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[moonofmylife]

[Well, since we're doing a Title listing here.... Dany has you beeat. Sorry Asha. At least for once she's actually going to list her titles. She normally does not as she is rather far from Mereen or Westeros and addressing herself as Captain of the Caprine is usually enough.]

Welcome to the fleet. [Lady? Captain? She doesn't want to offend the Paisley's captain.] I am Daenerys Targaryen, Captain of the S.S. Caprine, Queen in Mereen, Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, The Rhoynar, The Andals, and The First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, and the Mother of Dragons - though sadly I am lacking them here. I expect you will find much warmer company here among the fleet than you previously held. Should you have any questions about the Fleet that you have not addressed with your crew or your ship's Captain, please do not hesitate. I find myself already pleased you are a bit more amicable than your younger brother.

[She gives a bit of a smile, lips pressed together. Her violet eyes shine like amethyst in daylight, contrasting her silver-blonde hair.]

As for questions I may have - what is the current state of the Iron Islands? I find myself curious of home, though I have not yet set aboard ships to reconquer it from the Lannisters.

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[ Daenerys' titles tell much about her. More than the average Westerosi, Asha is familiar with the Dothraki, Slaver's Bay, and the Free Cities from her trading routes. Dragons, too, she has heard of, as recently as her the last time she stood above the waves. The voyage she took as her father died, murdered at the hand of the Crow's Eye.

She thinks of Euron, too, and his dragon horn. She saw the remains of the man who blew it — how he burned in the same manner as Stannis' captives set alight.

Perhaps she has something to offer a dragon queen. She lets out a low whistle, equally amused and thoughtful.]

Brothers are brothers. It is their way. [ to be little shits compared to sisters, basically. which is her light way of navigating away from the tired topic of Theon. Rodrick and Maron could have taught him to be far worse than he is, truly. ] I should like to share such things with you, Queen Daenerys, but I've blood to inform first. [ and she would not wish Theon to hear of their father's death indirectly, or any but Dany — should she prove worthy — to hear of the Crow's Eye's tricks. ] Mayhaps we could speak privately.

[ That way, she might get the true measure of the little queen. ]

[moonofmylife]

[Dany was not in the least perturbed by the invitation, and yet she contemplated how to counter it. She couldn't leave the Caprine without at least a guard, and yet Asha was more than welcome to come aboard and meet with her in her office. Perhaps she could convince her of such?]

Indeed they are and it is their way, in truth. [Viserys had the same demeanor about him. He belittled as much as he tried to beg for the things they needed. He bought favors and traded possessions. In the end he'd traded her too, for how little it got him and how much it cost him in the end.]

Speak with Theon, as you need, and if you would speak to me you may come aboard the Caprine. I will await your arrival.

[She wouldn't leave room for argument there. She imagined Asha will have explored the Paisley or been informed of how to get aboard the Caprine by the time she was ready to come and see her.]

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[ How very regal, indeed. If it were any other creature, from wolf to bird to fish to stag, Asha would wait for them to attend to her but a dragon is different, and may slot neatly into the gap in her plan.

And she is undeniably curious, too. Only Dorne and Mereen have had woman queens, as her Nuncle Rodrik reminded her before her bid at the kingsmoot. And the latter not by choice. ] I appreciate your patience. [ Truly. Not many rulers would allow family before duty. ] I can't promise I'll be quick, for reasons you'll soon know, but I'll not tarry, either.

( fast-forward to post hug-punching it out with theon and move to action on the Caprine? )

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[moonofmylife]

(Don't punch him too hard Asha. He'll probably still need to walk after.)

[Daenerys waited a good hour at least after her conversation with the elder - and clearly more tactful Greyjoy. Her first conversation with Theon had gone downhill so quickly that further correspondence was brief. She'd learned quickly that he wasn't worth much of the effort, unless she chose to treat him with the patience of a mother trying to placate a child having a great fit. Truthfully he had nothing to offer her. While Viserys had told her as a girl that the Greyjoys would have made valuable allies, along with the Martells of Dorne, she hadn't believed it upon meeting Theon. Now she felt differently. They may not be in Westeros but perhaps this one could help her solidify things in the future.

And so she waits. Pacing her office was about all she could do before she made for where she would come to meet Asha. It could be several more hours and she did not care. They had the time for it and she would take her time moving about the ship in kind.]

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[ Her knock on Dany's door is sudden and loud, accompanied by a laugh and a shout of Captain Greyjoy, nothing more. It is some hours before Asha strides in, her time spent convincing Theon to see her at all, fighting him, informing him, placating him, and assuring herself of his wellbeing. It is nearly as tiring as trekking to Winterfell. When they separate, she feels an odd pang as she leaves him. I'm not his mother, she reminds herself. And she is not soft enough (or fond enough, truly) to care for him in that way. Still, her plans to meet the dragon queen force a quicker break with Theon than she might have liked, but knows is for the best. She shouldn't coddle him (though it should be said, Asha's idea of coddling is forgoing back-handing and embarrassing him for sowing enemies everywhere).

His good health leaves her fiercer than before, at least, assured in the potential of invalidating her nuncle's kingsmoot. I'll sit the seastone chair or die laughing and fighting in her attempt to take it, not as some waif in chains waiting to be burned. When she stands before Dany, she is tall for a woman and neither meek nor particularly courteous. ]

I hope you'll forgive my tardiness. [ said with the smile of a woman already assured of being forgiven, oops. ] The Iron Islands have had a war of their own kings that Theon missed through his folly.

[ That is to say, it's a long-ass story that she's offering to share with Dany first among the Westerosi. ]

[moonofmylife]

[Dany can't help but smile a bit at Asha's continued use of her title. She herself had been careful not to push Westerosi politics on those who were not from Westeros but still took pride in who she was. When Asha arrives, Dany is wearing her crown of three dragon heads and a few pieces of jewelry, along with a simple dress she had Qing help her make.]

I can certainly appreciate that. I've heard much of the War of Five Kings. If I recall your father Balon is the current King on the Iron Islands?

[Tyrion had advised well. She was more up to date with some thing than she had been when she'd arrived.]

I can't say Mereen was free of its own troubles as I left it.

[The damned bloody flux. If she could just stop the fighting among her three cities it would be a miracle. Luckily her dragons were a miracle all their own.]