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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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[Why is it even though he's right she feels angry for it?]

You would not say that if you have ever loved anyone in your life as much as I loved him.

[Maybe she's just assuming or lashing out, but still he seems to have hit a chip in the veneer that she had constructed so carefully for herself. Drogo's death, the death of their son - those were precisely why she had closed herself off. Yes, she loved Daario but Daario could not give her what she truly wanted. It had become a mere distraction, a dream she never wanted to wake from. Her time spent in the fleet as the Caprine's Captain had become much of the same thing.]

[ He smiles, not bothered. The lines in his face crinkle, congenial. ]

I try not to equate love and loss of my own to another human being. Everyone's love is their own. Special. Unique. No deeper than anyone else's.

I suppose that makes you the bigger person than I am. You love everyone and yet mine has only ever truly been for one person.

[Damned if he wasn't infuriatingly right though. She sighs, shaking her head. She would acquiesce in this for now.]

I am grateful, however. The tree gave me one of my dragons - perhaps soon enough I will have all three of them.

[As if on cue, Drogon lets out a screech, making his way back into view as he landed on her shoulder. His red eyes stare through her device at the stranger she conversed with. He was intrigued by him, that's for sure.]

[ He grins cheekily at the dragon. They were not so far apart in origin, the dragon and the wyrm. But it's best to leave that connection a secret for now. ]

It is my choice, nothing more.

[For a moment, she smiles, distracted by Drogon keening and pressing his snout agains there cheek for attention.]

I believe my dragon is making a study of you.

[Normally he'd ignored the rest but this one he seemed to enjoy staring at - perhaps because he'd made his mother a bit riled up. It was better to talk of him than their previous topic. She didn't want to risk being rude again.]

He recognizes good looks.

[ Or distant cousins. ]

So you admit it then, that you think you're good looking?

[Nope not poking fun at all.]

[ He smiles. ]

I like to think I hold a certain appeal.

Oh? Yes, I could imagine you very popular in your world - perhaps even this one.

[ Popular is one word for it . . . ]

Possibly. I've never tried to be popular.

At the very least you must be able to win some favor with our audience.

[There's always that? Those faceless spectators that occasionally she feels she can forget about.]

I imagine they just like me around because I'm rather contrary.

[ He's not sure what else they see in him. ]

I could actually believe that.

[He really is, honestly. Sometimes it vexed her, but it was still interesting to talk to him.]

I imagine you must puzzle your crew at times, as much as you do others.

[Or is it just her? Sometimes the things he said made her think probably harder than she wanted to.]

[ He chuckles. ]

You'd have to ask them. I think they tolerate me at least.

Perhaps I will, if I am ever given the opportunity. I can already imagine the responses. Swooning maidens and all that. Completely enamored with their unknown fantasy.

[She's joking, really. She doesn't think there will be an over abundance of swooning maidens but hey there might be one or two.]

What opportunity would that be?

To speak to them. Not about you specifically - as humorous as that might be. I wish I understood what these people saw in such a strange way to entertain themselves.

[It wasn't as severe as the fighting pits of Mereen but still a large unknown.]

[ He hums lightly. Leto can guess what they see - what all human beings see. There are very few opportunities where he's been wrong, but they are few and far in between. ]

There are gladiator battles in other worlds. Others seek to close people into rooms and watch them. I was in one where we were placed into teams and lost our memories.

The ideas for entertainment are varied, but the results are the same. Loss, love, rediscovery.

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