ARRIVAL ( She has flown many times since that day in the fighting pit when she'd recklessly climbed upon Drogon's back and urged him out of harm's way. But not a single instance has been so swift nor as jarring as this. Her landing is softer than those of many others, that is true. But her ears ring, and she hurts places where she is certain there will be bruises before break of day. Casting her blue gaze about, she feels disoriented for a long stretch of time. It takes her a while to process that this is the very same wilderness shown in the training simulations aboard the station.
Fleetingly, she wonders what happened to the bearers of the voices she'd heard in her mind. The woman must surely be dead. And that brings her no joy.
Sacrifice has once again paid for life. Bought and paid for like currency, and it leaves a foul taste in her mouth. She holds belief in no gods, and so will have to carry the memory of this day with her instead. It shouldn't be forgotten.
There's some supplies in this strange contraption she'd been ushered into, some familiar and others not. Dany gathers them close to her breast, and then begins to pick her way through wreckage, intact pods and people. When she comes across one who appears capable, she holds up a hand to give them pause. )
I would like some assistance if you might offer it.
WRECKAGE ( Dany can't put out fires, but she can provide a kind word and compassion to her fellow refugees. When she comes across someone who is hurt, she will put an arm about their shoulders and help bear their weight until she can locate a medic.
This effort in particular strikes a chord in her, because she's never been able to look upon the faces of those in need and do nothing. The denizens of the newly dubbed Bay of Dragons might have attested to that once. Before the end. Now, the survivors find themselves part of what might be a new beginning. )
Don't worry. I won't leave you until we find someone to see to that wound.
( Her smile is small, but warm. Earnest, where typically she is stoic. )
WILDCARD ( Neither of these work? Leave a starter if you like! I'll match whatever style is used. )
Daenerys Targaryen • Game of Thrones • OTA
( She has flown many times since that day in the fighting pit when she'd recklessly climbed upon Drogon's back and urged him out of harm's way. But not a single instance has been so swift nor as jarring as this. Her landing is softer than those of many others, that is true. But her ears ring, and she hurts places where she is certain there will be bruises before break of day. Casting her blue gaze about, she feels disoriented for a long stretch of time. It takes her a while to process that this is the very same wilderness shown in the training simulations aboard the station.
Fleetingly, she wonders what happened to the bearers of the voices she'd heard in her mind. The woman must surely be dead. And that brings her no joy.
Sacrifice has once again paid for life. Bought and paid for like currency, and it leaves a foul taste in her mouth. She holds belief in no gods, and so will have to carry the memory of this day with her instead. It shouldn't be forgotten.
There's some supplies in this strange contraption she'd been ushered into, some familiar and others not. Dany gathers them close to her breast, and then begins to pick her way through wreckage, intact pods and people. When she comes across one who appears capable, she holds up a hand to give them pause. )
I would like some assistance if you might offer it.
WRECKAGE
( Dany can't put out fires, but she can provide a kind word and compassion to her fellow refugees. When she comes across someone who is hurt, she will put an arm about their shoulders and help bear their weight until she can locate a medic.
This effort in particular strikes a chord in her, because she's never been able to look upon the faces of those in need and do nothing. The denizens of the newly dubbed Bay of Dragons might have attested to that once. Before the end. Now, the survivors find themselves part of what might be a new beginning. )
Don't worry. I won't leave you until we find someone to see to that wound.
( Her smile is small, but warm. Earnest, where typically she is stoic. )
WILDCARD
( Neither of these work? Leave a starter if you like! I'll match whatever style is used. )