driftfleet | 004 ♛ Video;

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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[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.

[He follows the dragon's flight with his eyes - how not? - and grins at her once Drogon settles himself.]

Nah, we were fine. So what should I know about dragons? Never met one before.

Well... they breathe fire. He might do that now and again.

[They should probably find a fire proof ship upgrade somewhere :|

As if on cue, Drogon screeches and lets out a puff of smoke and a small bit of flame to go with it, not hitting the plants, of course.]

Shh, sweetling come we'll get some meat.

[She crouches down in front of Drogon, scooping him up out of the plant bed.]

Pinkie secured us enough meat that I don't believe feeding him will be a problem.

Whoa!

[Okay, that's...weird, he's heard of weirder aliens, but at least Drogon doesn't seem to be malicious (yet) so no need to worry. But Finn makes a mental note to ask Pinkie about some fireproofing for the armory, in case the weapons aren't already flame resistant. The last thing anybody needs is an exploding power pack.]

Oh, yeah, if he eats meat we're good. She--that was real nice of her, you know? I wasn't going to take any because I was worried she might get upset about it. [And yet again the pony surprised him.]

Will he stay that small?

I think, if we're careful enough not to eat it in front of her that would be less offensive, wouldn't it? I don't want to be disrespectful.

[But honestly she liked meat and Drogon loved meat.]

He should - dragons grow with their surroundings.

Yeah, that'd be a good idea. Qing was going to make me some [he wiggles his hands] some kind of meat things, I don't really know, but there's a lot of food I haven't tried yet and about half of it's got meat in it. I want to try it all, you know?

[That's good to hear, and he continues to watch the young dragon, still fascinated.] Smart of them. So if they're out on a planet, they can get pretty big?

Oh! Qing's cooking is very good, honestly. If you have the chance you should try what he's offering to make.

[She adores her first mate, really she does.]

I'm not sure.. I suppose he'd just stay the same?

[A good question though.]

[Is Qing really a "he"? Finn wonders sometimes, but it isn't exactly a pressing question to him. More like an idle curiosity.]

Oh, I will. I want to try everything.

Well, I mean like more permanently. You lived on a planet back home, right? Did he have free range there?

[Dany may have questioned that once or twice at first but had somehow settled on him being a man. It had taken her a while, honestly.]

Oh. Yes, but... it wasn't without some trouble at times.

[Killing a child tended to bring trouble, unfortunately. She still regretted that.]

[He nods. Strangely, despite that he's not on the hand-holding planet anymore, it's really easy to sense the wildness in the dragon. Maybe it's just his body language being so suggestive, though.]

I could see that. Especially if he got big enough.

Yes, exactly. But I don't believe he will - get larger, that is.

[At least she hoped not. That would be a nightmare, trying to keep him inside the ship.]

[He smiles over at Drogon, though something tells him the dragon either doesn't know how to interpret human facial expressions or doesn't care.]

This is a good size for him. You said he has brothers back home?

[Definitely the latter. ~~Drogon's an asshole, sorry Finn~~]

He does - two. Rhaegal and Viserion. I named them after my own brothers - Rhaegar and Viserys.

[Eh, he's a baby. And Finn won't mind unless Drogon starts roasting his personal possessions.]

Wow. You must fireproof everything.

No, actually... There isn't a means to, where I come from.

[At least they've never burned anyone but her enemies?]

Really? Do you have a stone house or something?

I did for a time, but before that I traveled a lot. I was often on horseback or sleeping in tents.

[it sucked, Finn. it sucked a lot.]

With fire-breathing dragons.

Captain, you're lucky they didn't burn it all down.

I suppose I was lucky.

[She's actually smiling at that because she thinks it's hilarious. Her dragons had yet to do her any serious harm.]

But then... I am their mother. They would never harm me.

Good.

[He looks over at Drogon again, who's deliberately ignoring him now.]

Hope he'll extend us the same courtesy.

So far he has, I think. Not that I will not be cautious. When he is with me he seems well enough behaved.

[Unless you were to like startle him or something in which case good luck.]

I'll be careful.

[Finn's eyes widen as he thinks of something.]

And I'll make sure the fluff slugs don't get out where he could find them.

[BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE TRAUMATIC.]

You shouldn't have to worry...? The slugs aren't really what I would call meat.

[Drogon won't eat your slugs, Finn!! Cross her heart.]

Yeah, they're more fluff than meat, but--I don't want to test how flammable they are, you know?

I-I see.

[Gosh now she feels somewhat... somewhere between uncomfortable and self conscious. Drogon was a gift that she treasured and yet the general reaction seemed to be wariness. She understood it but she'd hoped at least her crew might have confidence in her ability to rear her dragon.]

I will be careful to make sure he avoids them. You have my word.

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