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Who: Jon Snow (

song_of_ice) & OTA
What: May Catch-all
When: May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): None for now

I. Fiona Cove

[He hadn't seen a beach before, not like this. The one at Dragonstone had been darker and cooler, nothing like the heat radiating from the sand here. The water was a blue he had never imagined before, the sun sparkling along the surface, it was blinding. He wasn't certain what to make of it. The warm weather was closer to Westeros, rather than the jungles of Wyver. It was almost refreshing, if it wasn't still a bit oppressive for a Northern man.

He removed his boots, wading slowly into the water to feel the waves lapping against his ankles. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon, curious what lay beyond the waters. It wasn't the first that he wondered what was out there aside from Olympia and Wyver, but this was the first where he considered exploring. Or he did, if it didn't mean moving from the water.

A small tint of color caught his eye. Kneeling, he pulled a small shell from the sand and lifted it up, the pink soft against his fingers. He could making something with this or give it to someone. The first treasure he pulled from the sea...that wasn't himself.]

II. The Tavern

[After having visited family and gathered the last of his stuff from home, Jon stopped by the tavern he had frequented. The ale was honeyed and it was never that crowded inside. Now that there were so many more visiting Olympia, others weren't interested in simply standing around. This allowed Jon a bit of peace and privacy. Fiona Cove would be packed by now, meanwhile he could have a bit of quiet.

He ordered a cup of ale and set his bag of coins on the table. If someone he knew entered, he could buy a round for them. Otherwise, the server would receive a generous tip.]

III. The Stables

[He'd been arranging this gift for Daenerys for awhile. The silver unicorn had been marked for her shortly after she had awoken in stasis, apparently a match for his steed in speed and far more beautiful than any other horse he had seen here. After paying for her, he tied the unicorn's reins to his bridle, allowing his horse to lead the creature. He would go at a gallop once they left Olympia, for now, he'd let her admire her surroundings before they reached the humid jungles of Wyver.

He nodded to those he recognized, pausing to buy an apple for the unicorn and to greet anyone who showed an interest. He was in a good, gregarious mood for once and he wanted to enjoy it before an inevitable darkness returned to this world.]

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He doesn't know if that was true. If she'd been more aggressive, he might have shut himself off out of sheer stubbornness. But Dany made an effort to reach across the divide first, offering him help with little in return. It was that kindness he respected and her ability to put the greater good above her own desires. He knew so few who would be willing to do that.

"I thought she was beautiful, but she showed herself to be a good queen in that first week."

"Did she?"

Claire leans an elbow on the table, propping her head up with her chin in her palm. She's all ears, Jon. And because it's obvious--

"This is what you get for not telling me about her earlier."

He flushed, his eyes darting away nervously. While he wasn't shy about showing his feelings for Daenerys, and never made an effort to hide them, it wasn't as simple to share them in this way, as if it was gossip. What he felt was something deeper and inexplicable, almost guided by fate. That was difficult to describe for someone.

"She allowed me to mine Dragonglass." Which may not seem significant, but considering he offered her nothing in return, it was a generous offer. "I heard from her people how much they respect her and why they chose her as queen. She genuinely cares about them."

He smiled, glancing down at his feet. "There were other things to think about."

He's really too cute when he's embarrassed, but Claire keeps that observation to herself. She doesn't want him to bolt out of the house. So, she gives him a brief break.

"What's so important about Dragonglass?"

"It is one of the only things that can kill White Walkers. It's rare and needed for forging weapons, but the only great supply was on Dragonstone, where Daenerys was in command." It was surreal to look back on that. So much emphasis had been placed on Dragonglass, but in the end, it hadn't been needed.

In the end, the world ceased to exist instead.

"She let me mine it."

"White walkers?"

Someone has missed out entirely on that plot point. She knows it doesn't matter much now, not really, but she's already knee-deep in Westeros. Might as well.

"They are an ancient threat." Were. "They were bringers of the storm and could raise the dead. They would bring an endless winter called the Long Night. If they won against us, the living would be destroyed and raised again as a mindless army for the Night King, their leader."

He had been consumed for so long on how to defeat them, he hadn't anticipated the easiest and most unexpected means. The Storm did it for him, but the aftermath destroyed whatever hope he had of their world's survival.