driftfleet | every flight begins with a fall

Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes, on the Marsiva. ~~Because I know ship names.~~
When: Right after her arrival.

[The salt of the sea no longer fills her nostrils; she cannot hear the waves and she senses that she is not amongst her fellows or onboard a ship any longer. Panic would be an acceptable first emotion and with how the young Queen jerks up from her bed, she clearly considers it.

But a Dragon does not show her weakness. Rubbing absently at her neck, clad in black, Daenerys familiarizes herself with her surroundings and, eventually, her communication's device.

Well.

After watching others making use of it, she learns quickly, violet eyes sharp and intent on the task. What magic is this?]

I commend you for your audacity. If you think I am weaker cut off from my allies and my children, you are sadly mistaken.

[Now onto negotiations. She settles herself, expression calm, adapting to her new, strange circumstances.]

What do you want? Gold? Power? Ships? [She is not parting from either option, of course, but any hint about her captor(s) is useful.

Later, she can be found scouring out the Marsiva, posture perfect and unyielding.]

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I have no desire to be a tyrant. There are too many of those in the world; they do not need one more. [Besides that's just more of the same, isn't it? They are looking for different. Better.]

It isn't that difficult. There was a time I loved Viserys and part of me loves him still. But that emotion is more like...pity. He isn't my enemy or anyone else's anymore. [No, she understood how she felt before her Dragons hatched. Before Khal Drogo's pyre.]

And knowing you, it seems.

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That is true - I frankly could use some benevolence. Thank the gods you have some of that on hand. [He teased, but she was kinder than most leaders he had ever met.]

... Yes. Yes I can understand that. [Perhaps one day he could put aside his anger and just feel pity, but it was still too hard to let go of that hatred.]

Oh, knowing me is always an advantage, My Queen.

When it is deserved, it is given. [He approached her with the unflinching truth. Daenerys is not in the business of executing strangers unless they have done something atrocious. Tyrion is part of a questionable and downright disgraceful family, but, then again, so is she. He rose beyond it and she will too.]

It is easier for me. I could put it all to rest with his death. [A sad fact. Some can be angry at the dead; she isn't one of them.]

Always? With that mind of yours, I do not doubt it.

And when it is not given, well. Drogon always could use a new plaything? [A smirk, a tease, but the hand to his heart and the look in his eyes is enough to say he understands perfectly.

They have both risen above their blood. Now she was going to change their world, and he was going to help her do it.]

Hm. Perhaps one day when they are both in the ground ... [He sighed.] And while I shall happily sign any execution order for Cersei? I just hope Jaime dies far, far away.

[Another bow, but this one with a flourish.] My mind thanks you. It also states that you should familiarize yourself with the crew of your own ship, and when you have the time, we should converse.

Privately.

He does bore easily. [And playthings are so hard to come by at his size!] Their way of handling things will get them there soon enough. I'm sorry you were cursed with poor siblings. They do not deserve you.

[She is not surprised that he has more protective feelings towards his brother. Jaime seems more like Rhaegar in the sense that he does not shut his brother out. Cersei, on the other hand, is too like Viserys for comfort.]

We shall see what becomes of them and if they choose to fight. [Daenerys loses her smile, ready for information.] Can you meet me here? If not, how might I travel to you?

We ought to consider making him giant balls of yarn, so he can bat it around like a cat, instead of batting around oxen from the field. [He paused, then added somberly.] Thank you, my Queen. All I can really say is ... I am pleased not to have that in my future, but firmly in my past.

[As much as Jaime has hurt him - Jaime also saved him. Jaime loves him and Tyrion, despite his better and harsher instincts, still loves him as well.]

I suppose we shall. [Although he doesn't think much of their chances.] Where precisely is here, my Queen?

Yarn does not smell nearly as good to him. He follows his stomach when he is not listening to me. [A small issue, but she is choosing to trust her instincts. She has no other choice and she refuses to chain her children for a moment longer.] We cannot choose our relatives, but they need not be our only family.

I am aboard the Marsiva until I am dispatched to a ship.

Hmmm, fair enough, and I wouldn't dare dip them in blood. They might try to eat them. [He looks at her for a long moment, and states simply.] That goes both ways, my lady.

[Her own family was ... questionable to say the least. He's pleased to offer her being part of her family in kind.]

Then our meeting will have to wait until then.

They are not cats. Even blood dipped yarn would not entertain them for long. [They want prey that moves, breathes and gives them a fine chase. Daenerys smiles at him, signaling that she understands what he is offering.]

Those who advise me are my family. [That is how she chooses to rule.]

I thought as much. I must be patient.

I really must look into creative fascinating toys for dragons. I can only imagine it would mean I have to do something rather wild. Like attach it to a human they can chase around. Perhaps a cow. [Yes, he is making light of the situation, but only because he knows it will be quite some time until she sees her dragons again.]

And we are pleased to be so, my lady. [He knows that he is.]

Not one of your finest virtues, I know, but I know you will manage after I send you a reading list.

I think you might be fonder of them than you let on. [How can she blame him? She smiles, reminiscing about her fierce children. She cannot doubt that she will see them again, but being parted from them hurts.]

With my family mad and dead or just the latter, I am the one who is pleased not to be alone. [Thrones are lonely places, but she is not there yet.]

You are making me a reading list?

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