[OPEN] Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill, I will conquer

[dorzalta]

WHO? Daenerys Targaryen & YOU!
WHAT? Ship shenanas, dreams, and next mission stuff when the time comes
WHEN? Various times in Dec/Jan
ANYTHING ELSE? Fire, dragons, spider monsters, blood, death, titties, and insta-boners... the usual GoT warnings, I guess?

This is serving as my catchall for some base shenans, as well as for any mission logs that arise in January. If you'd like to thread something out, feel free to throw me a prompt, or poke me on bubblytangerine to hash out some deets :>

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[chariotry]

[ Her smirk is mirrored, though his is much sharper and defined. If only he knew what she was thinking, how she was comparing the young hero to a pet dragon because of his hair.

He steps towards her in return, dropping his spear to the floor so that the end of it thuds against metallic tiling.

And working off of his assumption of noble status, he bows his head slightly out of respect. ]

Call me Rider, miss.

[ Placing his hand over the breastplate of his armour, he stretches to his full height. ]

Against most enemies I don't need armour, but I find that I'm most comfortable wearing it. I feel a little closer to home.

[ He withdraws his hand, revealing the bird of prey symbol on the plate, as well as the laurel wreath above it. His attention is now on the creature at her shoulder, since it seems to be demanding attention with all of its noises. ]

Does your friend not like me or something? [ Leaning down, he offers a hand to the Day-One, like he would any regular dog or cat. ]

[dorzalta]

[ Miss? Her head cocks just slightly in response. A strange title in reference to herself.

Still, his respect softens her smirk into something slightly more companionable. He catches her in a better mood today, in a mood which would allow for something a little more relaxed sans thoughts of vengeance swimming in her mind. ]

Daenerys. [ Neither his queen nor khaleesi, so she refrains from correcting him. That he has any desire to extend even a modicum of respect puts him in a more favorable light than some of the others. ] Are you a knight, Rider? It seems we've an abundance of them since visiting France.

[ It might also explain his comfort wearing it.

Her gaze hovers on his House sigil, and whilst she's half tempted to study it closer, she refrains. His focus turning to her daughter has the spiderling quieting, stilling. She does not answer.

And Dany sighs. ] Daughter. She seems to prefer taller men. It's--

[ The spider clicks her mandibles again. ]

We do not eat our allies, Irriella. [ To Rider, with the hint of a grimace: ] She wishes for me to lay eggs in you.

[chariotry]

[ At the mention of a knight, he scoffs, tossing his head back with a brief, shallow bout of laughter. But before he can deny being such a thing and explain why being called that is so offensive, she's laying on a real shocker.

At first, he has no idea how to process it.

Eggs... Inside him. She wants her to lay eggs in him?

He wears his confusion nakedly, brow furrowing as he mentally tries to make sense of her casual explanation. ]

What... do you mean? You lay eggs inside people?

[ He would easily believe she wasn't human, but does that mean she reproduces entirely differently?

He's stuck in this situation now. There's no turning back from the topic of conversation, and he wishes he could simply cough into his hand and excuse himself.

Damn, why did she have to be so attractive? ]

[dorzalta]

[ ... Gods help her. ]

I cannot and do not lay eggs, [ she says, slowly and patiently and oh-so carefully to avoid further misunderstanding. Her tone does not invite further questions about her reproductive capabilities--it's one discussion she would not have with a stranger. ] I've hatched eggs, this one's included.

[ As opposed to gesturing blindly toward the white spiderling, she reaches up to gently drag the backs of her fingers against its back. ]

She would prefer to find her mother what she believes is a proper mate. Or perhaps she merely wishes to eat you.

[ Now she's just being mean. But at least she does a good job of hiding her smirk. ]