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thespherelogs2019-12-22 07:15 pm
thebrideoffire) wrote in thespherelogs2019-12-22 07:15 pm
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Arrival [OTA]
Who: Daenerys Targaryen
What: A new arrival during a holiday mingle
When: 12/22
Where: The markey
Warnings: Usual ASOIAF warnings, mentions of death, violence, etc.
Notes: Taking place during the mingle, carried over from the TDM
[It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year]
Daenerys had never seen snow before. She had witnessed beaches and sands that were so white, they could possibly be mistaken for snow, yet...she wondered if Ser Jorah would have agreed with her, being a man from the North. This...what was falling about her, it was nothing like sand. What had come before was a substitution and not a very convincing one.
It wasn't simply the weather that was an overwhelming change for her, the marketplace itself was similar to the ones she had known in Essos. She had watched others take sausages and biscuits like this before and eat happily, while she was hungry and scrounging from the alleyways. For the first time, food and treat were being handed to her willingly, any thought of payment being laughed at. Even as queen, nothing was handed to her.
A glass of wine, a bit of pork, she side eyed it and carefully set it down once she was away from the stall, too nervous to fully trust it. No matter how tempting it was and appealed to the young child she had been, she couldn't forget the wine merchant and his friendly smile. Better to be an outcast and a hungry child again than to trust the wrong person...as she had learned recently.
"No, no thank you." She was firmer next time, pulling away from those pressing food into her hands. "I am not hungry."
What: A new arrival during a holiday mingle
When: 12/22
Where: The markey
Warnings: Usual ASOIAF warnings, mentions of death, violence, etc.
Notes: Taking place during the mingle, carried over from the TDM
[It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year]
Daenerys had never seen snow before. She had witnessed beaches and sands that were so white, they could possibly be mistaken for snow, yet...she wondered if Ser Jorah would have agreed with her, being a man from the North. This...what was falling about her, it was nothing like sand. What had come before was a substitution and not a very convincing one.
It wasn't simply the weather that was an overwhelming change for her, the marketplace itself was similar to the ones she had known in Essos. She had watched others take sausages and biscuits like this before and eat happily, while she was hungry and scrounging from the alleyways. For the first time, food and treat were being handed to her willingly, any thought of payment being laughed at. Even as queen, nothing was handed to her.
A glass of wine, a bit of pork, she side eyed it and carefully set it down once she was away from the stall, too nervous to fully trust it. No matter how tempting it was and appealed to the young child she had been, she couldn't forget the wine merchant and his friendly smile. Better to be an outcast and a hungry child again than to trust the wrong person...as she had learned recently.
"No, no thank you." She was firmer next time, pulling away from those pressing food into her hands. "I am not hungry."