SEMI-CLOSED. i'm a slow learner.

[unprays]

Who: sansa stark (unprays) & various
What: sansa does rounds after the whole kidnapping thing, and also deals with her father going back to stasis.
When: late march, possibly also early april
Where: both olympia and wyver
Warning(s): your standard game of thrones warnings apply, along with all the warnings you could think for the previous event.

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[dorzalta]

Mn, no. Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion were all like this as well. Couldn't breathe fire at the start to properly roast their meals. They hadn't developed the taste for raw meat yet. It will come with time.

[ Gently, she strokes her fingers down the hatchling's throat. The creature stretches its neck for more of the attention. ]

Lady? [ She recalls the name in a passing conversation with Jon. Her direwolf? She cannot remember, with all that's occurred thus far. ] You know of others who live down here? That's wonderful!

[ She pushes up to her feet, and another of the hatchlings chases after her skirts. The one in her arms looks at Sansa when Dany steps closer. ]

Your belongings, where are they?

[unprays]

They're lucky to have you care for them. [ whether she means the hatchlings, or Daenerys' own dragons is unclear — perhaps she means both. ]

My direwolf, [ she confirms with a small smile, before focusing on the comment after. ] Yes, quite many do. It was Rocket that I visited, but Ser Loras and Lord Renly reside here in Wyver, too.

[ and she fully intends to go see them as soon as she's able, and as soon as Loras feels well enough to receive visitors. ]

I didn't bring much with me, but what I did I left with Jon when I arrived. [ and Lady left to greet Ghost, of course. she smiles down at the little hatchling in Dany's arms. ]

[dorzalta]

It's the least I can do. [ To be useful, here, she means. ] It makes me feel as if I'm home again.

[ Ah yes, her direwolf. Jon had made mention of Sansa losing hers when he'd attempted to reassure her of Viserion's return. ]

Ser Loras seems to be a good friend. I'd met his grandmother prior to sailing for Westeros.

[ She maintains a carefully neutral expression now, turning her attention back to the dragon in her arms. Lady Olenna was sharp, but wise. The bubbling anger in her chest doesn't ease, despite the amount of time which has passed.

Upon catching Sansa's smile, she lifts her brows. ]

Would you like to hold him? Can't say you'd ever have the opportunity to hold a dragon from home, but I suppose this would be close enough.

[unprays]

[ you must miss them, she thinks, but bites back the remark — she doesn't mean to bring Daenerys pain by saying that, after all, and it is so obvious that she hardly needs to say it out loud. instead, she offers her a quiet smile of sympathy.

her eyes brighten a little at the mention of Olenna. ]

Lady Olenna? She was very impressive. Very smart, too. There weren't many who could win against Cersei, even once, but she did. [ even if she lost, in the end. as much as she admired Olenna after she realized the truth about Joffrey's murder, she admired Cersei, too. grudgingly, but she did. no one else she'd known had been able to so cleanly and utterly defeat all their enemies.

she's shaken from her memories by Dany's offer — an offer that makes her eyes widen in surprise. ]

Could I? Really? I thought... [ well. she thought the dragons would know a Targaryen and allow only Daenerys to hold them. ]

[dorzalta]

[ Sympathy is not something she's accustomed to receiving; it had grated when Jon tried imposing it upon her, so soon after she'd been freed from her capture. This is different, still not something she wishes for, though. ]

She was extraordinarily wise. I won't forget the last thing we shared with one another. She'd asked me if I was a sheep, or a dragon.

[ A quiet chuckle, as she shakes her head. Soon, she's stepping closer, lifting her arms in a careful way, so as not to disturb the little one she holds. ]

They're different from my children. [ Guessing this is what Sansa stumbles over. ] There's a number of men and women here who work to care for the dragons of these lands.