the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty

[valyrianstorm]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen & Open
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Wonderduck.
When: Evening.

[Sitting in one of the pilot seats, violet eyes bright as she maneuvers the controls with deft, small hands, Daenerys seems to be totally in her element. Flying awakens a whole new side to her - one hungry for adventure and freedom. How could she possibly be freer than when she is amongst the stars?]

I have been wondering...

Where does one go for strong drinks and pleasurable company? You cannot convince me all aboard the Fleet abstain from alcohol and sex.

[She leans back, then, tilting her head impishly.]

If that is a term we must fulfill, I can think of others I would rather take my place.

Comments

[torsion]

Sometimes people still live in the past, even knowing that. I don't necessarily think it's easier than facing reality.

[ She supposes that would be something they could relate on, then. Jill would do it all over again without hesitation, even with the knowledge of what happened. If it was her or him, it would always be him. ]

I suppose that's why you understand, then. I'm sorry that you might feel that way.

Sounds like that goes for any kind of mother in that case. Admittedly, the most I know about dragons are fiction (they aren't real where I come from)

[valyrianstorm]

It's not. Reality continues; it builds walls around us and if we do not pay it any mind, the walls will fall and crush us.

[Her reality is her Dragons. Her sons. Her men, her Fleet. She cannot look away - even when they suffer and die. She must see it all and understand it. Queens must carry horrific memories behind a cool mask and rule fairly no matter how the world rages around them.]

I am the one who is sorry. I believe women should stand together. If you need a friend, I am here.

My sons... There are three... Are the last.

[torsion]

That may be the most apt description I've heard of that sort of situation.

[ It rings true to the way she faced things for a while, sometimes still does. She builds her walls too high even now; trust is a rare, precious thing. But she tries. Some of it is still very new and raw, angry and bruised and exposed. Rage didn't help and she'd rather be angry than sad about it all. ]

I'm fine. When it comes down to it, my partner's waiting for me whenever I return. The sentiment, though, is appreciated. :)

That still leaves them, last or not.