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[moonofmylife]

Who: Daenerys and YOU
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Yes! Planetside and aboard the Caprine
When: Now

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[Dany hasn't been immune to the gift giving tree either. There was a level of contained joy that she felt, being in possession of a reasonably sized dragon egg. It rested in one of her arms, cradled against her as she addressed the network at large.]

It seems that this world holds magic enough to be willing to gift many with things they desire - seemingly animals if others results are taken into account. I have been gifted with one of my children - my dragons were mentioned by Lord Tyrion's informative history lesson of the Great Houses of Westeros and my House's heraldry happens to be a three headed dragon. Back home I possessed three individual dragons and the tree has seen fit to gift me with one of them as a kindness, it seems. That aside, it stands to reason that other parts of this planet hold similar properties but, at present, I am purely speculating. Should anyone have found any evidence of such, I'd like to hear it.

[She won't get greedy and ask for all three of her dragons but so far the egg in her arms looks quite similar to Drogon's. She's not so sure just yet if that is the case but it would be nice to see him again - whatever shape he came in.]

Planetside

[Dany can be found out and about, her dragon's egg tucked safely inside a satchel away from harm or prying eyes. She was stopping to purchase various wares - supplies to make clothes and such with Qing, food for herself and her soon-to-be-born dragon, and toys for the local children.

Eventually, if one doesn't catch her there, she can be found relaxing in the hot springs, Drogon floating in the water beside her. If one accidentally walked in on her bath they could catch her there as well, or perhaps join her. The scalding water was perfect and enough to sap any stress away from the most weary of travelers.]

S.S. Caprine

[Dany can be found on the Bridge, reclining in the Captain's Chair with Drogon resting in her lap. The egg glittered in the light, black as the midnight sea with scarlet flecks that reflected off the surface. It was warm to the touch and seemed to practically vibrate with life. He would be born into the world anew, though not nearly as fierce was Daenerys' hope. Drogon was comparatively as menacing as Balerion the Black Dread but as a small thing he wouldn't be nearly as destructive.

If anyone aboard the ship might stop to report to her or to see her for personal matters they would have a glimpse of the egg. To Dany he was perfect and she was completely enamored with her unborn child, waiting for his arrival with a contained excitement.]

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[bullhorned]

[He wasn't really sure what to do and he stood almost frozen in place. He'd never entirely gotten used to the idea of women, much less how to behave around one. Although he could simply have moved on and let her be, that seemed almost ruder than simply taking up her invitation. It hadn't seemed like a particularly passionate invitation, but it had still been offered. The problem was that no one had given him any explanation on how hot springs were expected to be used, such as the protocol on what to wear, from whence to procure it, and if it was still considered acceptable garb when in the water with a woman. These were all questions Gendry would ask some day, some where, but not now.]

As you say. [This was the sort of thing Gendry often said when he simply didn't know what to say. It was catchy.] Only, I ain't keen on drenching my trousers.

[This was his way of saying yes I'll do this thing but I prioritize practicality over indecency.]

[moonofmylife]

Then don't drench them. I won't stop you.

[Her expression is that of someone who isn't so much inviting him in anyway as telling him to get on with it if this was what he was going to do. Bathing near him wasn't going to bother her as long as he didn't move too close. There was enough room in the springs that she was a comfortable distance away should he decide to remove said trousers. She wouldn't stare at him or bother him in the least. He did have a point though. She felt silly wearing this towel and if he was planning on being nude in the water then she saw no point in it either. If he decided to gape at her that was his problem.

Whatever he decides to do, she busies herself with slipping beneath the warm water, letting her hair get wet and letting the warm water kiss her skin before bringing her head back up again, her silver-blonde hair clinging to her skin. It was undone from its usual braids, left to curl about her ears and the nape of her neck and down her back. Meanwhile, Drogon's unhatched egg now rested beside the bath, tucked in the satchel she kept him in while out and about. Taking a breath, she settles against the wall of the spring, reaching for the egg again to distract herself.]

[bullhorned]

[That was just as well, given he didn't have any particular reason to believe she could stop him. After more moments standing beside the pool than was strictly necessary, he decided to just get on with it. He was not particularly shy about being in the nude, especially given that he slept that way. While she dipped beneath the water, Gendry was kicking one leg free. Completely bare skinned, he stepped into the hot water.

This was where it was, perhaps, slightly more humiliating. He hadn't expected it to be this hot. He winced at first because while his hands might have learned to deal with a fire's hot tongues, his feet hadn't. But among his priorities once more, not being seen as craven ranked above practicality, which itself ranked above indecency. He slipped further into the water until he was waist deep, at which point he was caught in the middle of deciding if this was really something he wanted to do or if it was too late to simply leave and not appear foolish. He thought hard.]

Big egg, that. [He didn't actually care about the egg. It was just that he figured by now this seemed like the best way to distract her from the predicament he was in. As long as she didn't know he was a fool, then all was well.] You planning to eat it?

[Well, maybe not.]

[moonofmylife]

[She can't help but laugh at his question. It was the most absurd thing she'd heard all day really. Maybe it was because she knew what would eventually come from the egg. Her violet eyes meet his blues, brows raised a bit.]

No. I plan to hatch it. It was a gift from the tree, something I missed back home.

[And because she really did feel silly in that stupid towel, she slips it free beneath the water where he can't see, turning to set it outside of the water. It was as warm as the water so she folded it neatly and set Drogon in the towel, cradled by the soft fabric.]

It's a dragon's egg and from it will come a dragon. Though I can't imagine he'll grow to be very large, cooped up inside the ship.

[bullhorned]

[Wow, such towel maneuvers.

Gendry would have been skeptical about the nature of dragon eggs, were it not for the fact that he'd seen one the size of a castle dying outside of an actual castle. He'd still be skeptical if not for the fact that he remembered monarchs that simply gave out anything asked of them, so why shouldn't a tree just decide to give a dragon egg to someone. This, he reasoned, was the sort of thing that a person had to learn to deal with. He just thought it unfortunate he had to know she was going to hatch it. Wouldn't an omelet be better? he might have asked, had he been willing to really dig into the whole egg-to-dragon issue.]

Most trees I know only give nuts and fruit. Decent of this one to give you that, though.

[This was in a grudging sort of don't drag me into this madness conversational tone. It was fine that they were discussing it, but he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to know anything more about actual dragons or spaceships or giving trees.

He slipped deeper into the water, trying to not huff and puff with his cheeks as more of his abdomen was soaked in hot water. She made this look too easy.]

[moonofmylife]

[It was easier than him getting an eyeful of boobs ok

She tries to think of how to answer his flippant response. How best could she explain the tree? She wasn't sure she could fully explain something she barely understood herself.]

It was kind of it, yes.

[There's that smile of amusement from her again. He was strange and blunt and it made her feel intrigued. He didn't seem the brightest bulb that's for sure. At the very least his motives did not seem to be impure.]

I think there was more to it than just instantly knowing what I wanted and then giving it to me, though of course that would require proof.

[bullhorned]

[Here at last he'd managed to sink in deep enough to his chest. It was hot, but he was adapting to it. The steam was rising off the water and filling his nostrils, which seemed to calm him. This he deemed was enough for him just now, though it meant his hair was still soaked with sweat. The rest of him felt refreshed, cleaned, and incredibly warm.]

Might be I'll have a look, myself. [At the tree, that is. He was doing an admirable job of not looking too long at her. This was an effort, of course. However stubborn and bullheaded Gendry could be, he was still a young man in a pool of hot water with a young woman. Thick as he might be, he was not that thick.] Might be I'll get an egg as well.

[Not that he needed one, but so far all he knew was this tree gave eggs.]

[moonofmylife]

[She couldn't help but watch his discomfort with the water. It was rather warm, and yet she didn't mind or feel it to the extent he did.]

I'm sure you could think of something personal to ask for. I doubt it just gives eggs.

[What a weird tree that would be, wouldn't it?]

I believe others have received things from home as well. What would you wish for if you could?

[She curls up her legs, leaning against her knees and watching him continue to adjust to the warm water.]

[bullhorned]

[He was by his very nature, pretty unassuming. Gendry wanted simple things, like a place to live, an honest trade, and someday perhaps even a wife. For the most part, this planet had given him most of that. He didn't really need anything beyond that.

Though there was one thing.]

Some years ago, there was a helmet I made. It was one of my finest works, least, it was then. I shouldn't mind having that again. It wasn't ever meant for anyone else to have.

[He finally finds himself somewhere in the water that he can feel just a bit more restful. This puts him still very much on the opposite side of the spring where she is welcome and entitled to her space.]

[moonofmylife]

How did you come to be separated from it?

[She can understand the sentiment to a degree. If she could make things with her own hands the way some men could, she'd cherish those things too.]

[bullhorned]

It was taken from me, not long after leaving King's Landing. We was captured and it was taken by a man named Polliver.

[Gods only knew what happened to it after that, though. Anyone could have taken it.]

[moonofmylife]

King's Landing - you're from Westeros?

[That certainly grabs her undivided attention.]

Why were you captured?

[bullhorned]

[He began to frown, realizing that he'd come across someone from his own world. She was not the first, but someone from his world with a dragon egg didn't take much to start drawing conclusions. Gendry didn't need to have been taught by a maester to guess what that might mean.]

Because I went too close to a village they'd only just captured. They'd have just killed me, but I convinced 'em to leave me alive since I was a smith. Everyone else in the village they just up and killed.

[moonofmylife]

They just- just slaughtered an entire village? Why?

[She can think of a few reasons why. She knew what the Dothraki were like. They thrived on war, they took slaves and raped and murdered without questions asked.]

[bullhorned]

[Scornfully:] Because they were working for their lords. What other reason do they need?

[moonofmylife]

Are all the Lords of Westeros like that?

[Well, Theon had warned her. She didn't exactly expect to waltz on in with a fleet and dragons and have them be nice to her, but to hurt their own people? She couldn't abide by that.]

[bullhorned]

I only ever met one who wasn't and he's dead.

[He would not make an exception for the Starks. True, he'd come to know many of them and like them. But they were not lords.]

[moonofmylife]

That seems to happen quite a lot, as I've come to understand things. I wonder what the life span of the Great Houses of Westeros actually is.

[Perhaps they would all burn one another to ashes before she even arrived.]

[bullhorned]

Not so short as those with no houses at all.

[Why should he care how long lords and ladies live? It's a good deal longer than most of the people he knew.]

[moonofmylife]

I-I'm sorry... I hope I wasn't speaking out of turn.

[She realizes that what she said was probably a bit insensitive. She cared deeply for the poor and the underprivileged. Far more than she cared for nobles.]

I do care about them. I want to stop the wars and stop the senseless deaths.

[By bringing about another war and ore senseless death?]

[bullhorned]

[If skepticism could take physical form, it might have looked like Gendry's expression.]

And how's that?

[moonofmylife]

I'd have to take back King's Landing, to start. That would be a large help to ending the wars and things.

[She wants to be confident but his question makes her falter a bit.]

[bullhorned]

And they'll just hand it to you? [He leans forward in the water a bit, not quite leaving his spot but eliminating the space by a fraction.] That's just another war. We've already had five kings fighting it out, what will adding a queen do for us?

[moonofmylife]

I'm not like them. I don't sacrifice innocent lives like it's some game. I belong on the Iron Throne. Not the murdering Lannisters, not anyone else. I can restore peace and keep the people safe.

[She feels as if she's talking to Robb Stark all over again. He'd had the same questions, more or less. How could men face her in battle when she had three dragons at their doorstep? She'd kill every last Lannister supporter and wouldn't bat an eye, to protect the people who suffered for their avarice.]

[bullhorned]

[Well, this is where things are interesting, he supposes. He didn't gain much pleasure in naming his father, but there it was. He might have every reason to hate Robert Baratheon, but he became a King's Man the moment he let Beric knight him.]

No one else? My father took that throne. He was a stupid fat sot, but folk didn't die for no reason while he was on it.