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[moonofmylife]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Aoard the Caprine
When: Now

[Daenerys addressed the network, still looking a little worn around the edges despite her time asleep. She felt as if she hadn't moved from her bunk in days. In her hands rests the device, pointed towards her face and atop her shoulders rests one lazily dozing dragon. Drogon's black scales had a bit of a copper and red glint to them in the lights cast about her room, his eyes were closed and his wings were curled in close to him. His clawed hands clung to her shoulder while his feet dangled over her back, hidden by her hair. Across the other shoulder, the very end of his tail could be seen. He was draped neatly around her neck where he could rest comfortably.]

I apologize to anyone who may have been inconvenienced by my mishap. My absence from was not intended, though I have no idea how long exactly I was asleep. This is my first time experiencing such a state. Should anyone from the other ships wish to brief me I can be found at my post aboard the Caprine.

[A smile and she reaches with one hand to stroke the end of Drogon's tail. His wings fluttered, sensing the disturbance.]

And this is Drogon. He is one of the dragons whom I call my children, born of a funeral pyre originally, but reborn and returned to me by the Tree that gave us gifts. Perhaps some day Drogon's brothers will join us but for now he is all that remains to me of my home.

[Drogon's hands stretched sleepily and in his attempt to awaken he fell clean from his perch on her shoulder and down her back. With a loud raptor-like shriek, Drogon shot into the air, out of the video's view and out of sight somewhere above Dany's head. He wasn't happy to have been woken up. Thanks for that, Mom. :|]

Private Message: Tyrion Lannister

Lord Tyrion, if you wish to meet him in person, you are welcome to at your earliest convenience, though I don't know that he'll be quite ready to receive guests beyond yourself. He's still adjusting to the ship, I think.

[Another loud screech and Drogon dive bombed back into view, landing in a heap in her lap. Looking down, Dany coos at him, trying to console him.]

Shh, shh... you're with me... you're just fine, sweetling.

[She smiles, bringing her gaze back to the device.]

Be prepared for him to be a bit difficult. He is a child, after all.

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[The Caprine crew can find their Captain up and about, checking on various stations throughout the ship and finally stopping in awe of their new gardens. The lemon tree in particular received her adoration. She was excited to be able to harvest it and perhaps task Qing with making lemon cakes to send to one Sansa Stark as a bit of a peace offering between her and the girl and her brothers.

Drogon alternated between remaining perched on her shoulder, tucked beneath an arm, or flying a few inches beside her head. He made soft hissing and rasping noises on occasion, not displeasured at the moment into full on screeching. Having him around made her smile more brightly, her step more upbeat. If anyone in the crew or visiting the ship should happen upon her they would be greeted by him as well.]

Drogon, sweetling, don't wander too far...

[Not an easy command to follow for a baby dragon in a new place.]

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[reek]

[ Hey, Dany. You missed out on Theon's complete meltdown. Now you get the aftermath: one very exhausted looking Greyjoy who can't even try to look surprised by the dragon. It's been a long week. ]

Did he inherit his father's looks?

[ A real zinger, that one, but he has to force himself to throw in one of his trademark smirks. He's still getting back into the swing of being himself again. ]

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[moonofmylife]

His father happened to be a great wall of flames, so I believe the jury is out on that.

[Was that a joke? Was she joking with Theon 'I'm a Giant Tit' Greyjoy?]

I've heard comparisons between him and Balerion the Black Dread, though he's quite small to live up to that title at the moment.

[Oh, but if he was at full size again...]

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[spontaneouscombustion]

[La de da de da, another day of filling in for Dany and trying to figure out what that weird device was. Feel free to interrupt her, Captain, and steel yourself for lots of hugs.]

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[moonofmylife]

Pinkie...? What are you doing?

[Dany stops behind the pony, Drogon dropping from her shoulder to crawl beneath the comm station and look up at Pinkie's work. Much to Dany's horror he let out a screech and a small puff of flame towards the Pink Pony. Someone clearly does not like that this one is messing with mother's station!!]

Drogon, no! Come.

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[wolfehawke]

Welcome back.

[Adalwolfe's face appears in the video, much more well rested than the last time she saw him but also less exuberant. Make no mistake, he's still quite excited to see a relatively tame dragon (relative to the ones that try to eat him, anyway) but he's not going to take Daenerys aback again by being too forward. That would be rude.]

It seems you're taking waking up much better than Drogon.

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[moonofmylife]

He's rather upset, I think.

[But still, she's beaming with joy. Oh, she'd missed him greatly.]

Thank you for the welcome. I seem to have missed the ships returning to the sky again.

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[precedented]

A fitting name for so fine a creature.

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[moonofmylife]

I named him in honor of my husband. He was born of his funeral pyre.

[Which Leto probably knows a bit about that. Drogon lived up to his name well - he was as fierce and abrasive as his namesake, though he lacked the gentle touch that Drogo had often bestowed upon her.]

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[bryces_pup]

...that's a bloody dragon.

[Riona's eyes are a little wide. Granted, it's a baby one, but it'll eventually grow.]

Maker, I hope Atroma will make room for him. In the meantime, keep him out of the engine room.

[For the love of all that's good.]

That said, good morning. You fell into one of those comas as well?

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[moonofmylife]

[Yup. That sure is a dragon, Riona! Dany isn't the least bit worried about him causing trouble yet - she hasn't taken him out of her room to test the waters, of course.]

Of course. He will hopefully become my shadow, but if he chooses to explore, I won't stop him - save for that.

[He'll probably go wherever the heck all that dinosaur meat is.]

I did for a time. I can't say I feel any more refreshed than I was before, but Drogon being with me now has brightened things somewhat.

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[tallasaking]

You're awake ... [Relief flooded Tyrion's mis-matched eyes, and a smile stretched across his scarred face that was nothing less than brilliant. Of course, then, that was when he really saw the dragon - Drogon.]

By the Seven ... I ... I never thought. I never thought I would actually see one, this close. Well at least one that might set me on fire.

[moonofmylife]

I am, and it seems I've some catching up to do. It can wait, for the moment. I'll admit I'm savoring things a bit.

[Time with Drogon? It was irreplaceable. She'd missed him terribly and now that he was here, she felt slightly more whole.]

He's too small for setting you completely on fire, but he could still cause injury. I don't think he'll be too much trouble, but I want to be cautious.

[Meanwhile Drogon is currently laying in her lap, trying to wrestle with her fingers. She won't let him bite them.]

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[forcesensitive]

[So that's what a dragon looks like. Finn had been picturing it with feathers, like many flying reptavians, but those wings are pretty different from what he knows. When he's exercising in the cargo bay and she comes in to inspect the gardens, he finishes his reps and waves at her.]

Captain! You're awake again! Your egg hatched?

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[moonofmylife]

[Drogon flew ahead, past Finn, to land among the plant life that now resided in their cargo bay. He made himself comfortable enough among the greenery, nesting low in the dirt.]

Yes, I'm sorry if my absence caused any trouble. I'm awake now and Drogon is acquainting himself with the ship.

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[steeledskin]

[ -- there is no sound. at least, none produced by her mouth. the video catches the quiet whir of a ship's engines. but the feed shows only sansa, awestruck.

and, perhaps, a little afraid.

she hasn't yet thought to speak. ]

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[moonofmylife]

There's nothing to be frightened of, Lady Sansa.

[She can't entirely promise that, but Drogon was calming down enough that he was much less menacing than his loud indignant screeching might lead one to believe.]

Dragons were alive for hundreds of years and while it's true my ancestors used them to conquer and feud, Drogon has no need of that here.

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[bythewaves]

[ DRAGON and Maglor chokes, fire and memory rearing up from where he has kept it buried for millenia.

Ware, ware! Glaurung comes!

Fire and smoke, his people burning, his calvary in dissaray, for not even the great-hearted elven horses can stand against the Father of Dragons.

Foolish, whelps Glaurung's voice, like poison, like slime, crawling into all of their minds, sending some of his men without the training to resist screaming to their knees. To think that any can stand against the Dark Lord!

Armor too hot, the air itself scalding, weeping on his brother's arm.

Nelyo, Nelyo, forgive me, I could not hold the Gap, we are overrun!

Daenerys will catch a glimpse of Maglor, grey eyes turned to silver flame in fury and fear, gasping for breath, a low keen of agony, before his hand sweeps up the communicator and the feed turns off (there are burn scars on his hands, old, terrible ones, that have not healed properly or well)

He needs to find his brother ]

[moonofmylife]

[Oh no did the dragon give u a frighten?]

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[ofkirkwall]

[ This? Oh she needed to see this, something to take her mind off of everything else. Off mages and spirits and exploding religious buildings. She practically beams at the image, child like wonder taking over her features. ]

He's beautiful.

[ Can she meet him? She wants to pet him, and spoil him. What do dragons eat anyway? Meat? She's pretty sure it is meat. ]

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[moonofmylife]

[Oh. Well this is a new reaction. Finally someone who appreciates true beauty. This Hawke she totally trusts and knows too. They've been through how many roster changes on the Caprine together???? A few. It's bound to be an unsaid joke between them by now.

Either way Hawke's compliment has Dany beaming with pride. She loves her dragons dearly.]

I'm sure he'd appreciate the sentiment. You're welcome to see him aboard the ship, though I can't guarantee fingers won't be bitten.

[He's kind of a brat, but he's her brat.]

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[summerschild]

A dragon?!

[Bran is absolutely, positively transfixed. He doesn't even hear Dany's broadcast, because he's so delighted by the tiny beast now flying outside of the camera's view.]

Is it tame?

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[moonofmylife]

Dragons still have a mind of their own, but yes he is tame.

[Just watch those fingers if you decide to pay him a visit kiddo.]

Would you like to see him?

[Somehow this is like the wicked witch offering an impressionable child candy. It might be a good idea to ask Robb for permission first.]

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[nerdeology]

[Whoa, hey. Allen had mentioned that a dragon's egg was granted as a gift to someone, but the verdict was still out whether it would hatch or not. He can't help staring. A...pparently it did!?]

I didn't know dragons could even be that small.

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[moonofmylife]

He's only recently hatched - I think he'll get a bit bigger but not much. There isn't the room for him to grow.

[Thankfully he wouldn't be full sized that would take up quite a bit of room and he'd be rather cranky about being stuffed in the ship.]

[thetruehistorian]

[After receiving the message, Robin comes looking for Dany and that adorable beautiful creature, it really was a dragon's egg, wow, she can hardly believe it.

Congratulations, captain! Are they territorial?

[moonofmylife]

He can be, yes. He's awfully small to be much of a problem though.

[Currently Drogon was resting around her shoulders, spread from tail to nose laying on either side of her like a scarf. When a new visitor comes to greet his mother, he lifts his head a bit and gives a bit of a screech. Who were all these people? Why should he care about them? It didn't seem to matter because once he deemed her a non threat he was back to sleeping.]

I think of him like a child, really.