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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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[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.

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.]

Amazing... I'd been told there was a dragon egg in the fleet, but... whoa.

[It's so little, geez. It's almost cute.]

So dragons are just... born where you're from? Like normal animals?

For hundreds of years, yes. They died out eventually. Mine are the first ones to be born in many centuries.

[And she's proud of it too, even with what it had cost her. It had been magic that brought them to life, for nothing short of death could pay for life.]

Centuries... do dragon eggs require special circumstances to hatch?

[What the heck are dragon eggs, really.]

I was told once that it had been some sort of magic that did it - the eggs were stone but were given new life. The woman who told me that told me that death paid for life. I'm sure she regrets that lesson very much now.

[Nope. Not even the least bit guilty about burning that woman alive. She'd killed Drogo, after all.]

[a w k w a r d

How does he even respond to that.]

I... suppose that makes sense. If it's magic that gives them life, that's not so different from what I'm used to.

What are dragons like where you are from? I've heard a story or two about them from various other worlds but I'd love to hear more.

[It's kind of fascinating to learn the differences.]

[...Ahaha...ha...]

Well... I've only recently become aware that dragons actually exist on my world, but legends have persisted for countless centuries. What I do know is that dragons only appear when a seraph, a sort of elemental spirit, is corrupted and transforms into one.

What becomes of them after? Is it painful to experience something like that?

[Though he might not be able to answer that question. Either way she feels a niggling of worry. Corruption sounded horrible.]

[Oof. Yeah, all he can do is shake his head, there.]

Malevolence- the cause of the corruption- is painful... I assume it would be painful to change, too. But I've never experienced it myself, so I can't say for sure.

I've been told the change is permanent, though.

Edited 2016-09-09 06:55 (UTC)

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