She's robed in silk the color of seafoam when she appears, her hair unbound. Dany has received guards from her bed before, but for meetings, she'll cover herself with something more proper than furs.
Perhaps she isn't perturbed enough to embrace him, but she does take his hands into hers when she steps from the fairy ring. It pleases her to see him after so long, her strong-willed trickster god. She knows Loki won't tell her that dreams are only dreams, and curiously, she's missed his particular flavor of humor and irreverence. ]
It seems the riddles have fled you for me, [ she teases as though little is wrong, though her last message was revealing enough. ]
[ his armor is gone, his jacket is gone and the diadem is left somewhere in the ordered chaos of his room in Diasbaile. one or two of his imps probably have their grubby little hands on it. while they take pride in polishing it, they also take the same amount of pride in trying to relieve him of it. the latter never goes over well.
there's a loose green shirt and his gloves wrapped to mid-forearm. his shirt's untucked as if he had been caught in the middle of something, and his hair parted off to the side. he looks at her from beneath dark brows, taking a few stone skipping steps forward.
he rubs the back of his neck. ]
Occasionally there's much needed contrast. A god of chaos needs to change it up a little bit to keep the game strong.
[ And the playfulness leaves her, fleeting as the wind. ]
Yes, [ she admits, hands bracing her arms as she recalls the pain she'd felt upon awakening, the terror that had remained with her on the battlefield. ] My forefathers once fled a great doom, my brother Viserys told me. They escaped on the counsel of Daenys Targaryen, who dreamed of portents.
[ She's watching him carefully as she explains, curious if any of this surprises him. She isn't certain whether the same power lies in her, though her dreams tell her truths she wouldn't have known otherwise, but she feels she must trust her instincts. If she hadn't trusted the wisdom in her blood, her dragons would not have hatched that night on the Dothraki Sea. ]
I dreamed of ruin, but it was not the work of the Void. It was battle. [ Unless it's an elaborate magic, intended only to mislead--but that thought only serves to trouble her more. She lifts her chin pointedly to better meet his gaze, brows raising. She can see he's been drawn away from something else, though he'd told her she wasn't imposing, and the change in his appearance is striking. How different he seems, in such plain garb. ] I know little of your magic and wards. Is it safe to speak freely?
[ it's hard to say what would surprise him. his escapades in his own world had been plentiful, ranging from space shenanigans, to taking a hop skip and a jump between realms at his leisure. it's not surprising when some things don't seem to surprise him.
he tips his head as she meets his gaze. ]
No, generally not. There's all methods of hearing our super secret convo right here, but I'm sure we could find other accommodations. If you don't mind a little midnight stroll, of course.
[ and he hooks out his arm like the gentleman he's not so she can take it. ]
[ Her splendid brother Rhaegar had sought to attack his goals alongside noble, chivalrous men, and was slain for his efforts. Dany's never had the luxury of such allies while in exile, and it hardly troubles her now.
She steps away entirely from the edge of the fairy ring to meet him, sliding her arm through his own in acceptance and placing her other hand atop in thanks. This time, she has no need to convince herself she will remain safe in his company. ]
I knew you would not tell me it was only a dream. [ For better or for worse, he's become her source for all things magic. ]
Dreams in the realms of stories and magic are never just dreams. But dreams are never really dreams, either. Curious, that—prophecies written by the will of sleep. [ there's a pause. ] ... Or the will of another.
[ he seems faintly amused by the prospect. this isn't the first vision he's received, and with each comes a nagging voice that radiates in the coils of his brain: who put it there? what put it there?
Loki wasn't one to succumb to the will the universe, far from it.
there's a mutter of something beneath his breath, and the next step they take is up the stone stairs of Diasabile's spire. ]
[ Dany's missed his whimsical way of speaking. He is master of words, indeed, though there is always a glimmer of truth awaiting her if she wishes. Perhaps she wouldn't like it so well if her need was urgent, but they are ensconced in Diasbaile's dark beauty now, and the world doesn't burn.
And if he thinks their words are protected here, she believes him. ]
It was battle, [ she tells him, her feet making near whisper-soft sounds upon the stone as they climb, ] yet at first, I could not see my enemies. The maze of fire had burned away nearly all, but still, the flames reached heights I have never seen. [ She can taste the ashes upon her tongue as she speaks of it; never before had smoke troubled her so. ] Only magic can produce such fire, surely? And I--I was frightened, [ she admits. The word is not one she uses lightly. ]
Beyond the fire, I saw the fight. [ There's a pause as she thinks how best to describe it. She's unaccustomed to recounting her dreams to anyone; they have only ever belonged to her, and her alone. ] My enemies were beasts, Loki. Beasts made of metal, moving, destroying a great fortress. They would not stop.
[ no, she wouldn't use that lightly. fire and dragons? they go together like coffee and cream, and for her to say that the flames troubled her, well, that's something that strikes him. it seems off, odd, like a carrot among fruits. ]
Sounds painfully familiar, most likely because I've witnessed the same.
[ and it wasn't the first time. there were the visions of the godswar, the fear that still prickled in his belly when he recalled the dream in vivid colors and feeling. ]
Your premonitions aren't wrong. Something is coming. A very terrible, fiery something made from moving gears.
[ Had he? The corners of her mouth slope downward; she mislikes knowing so little. ]
I have never known steel to spread fire. [ Nor has she known beasts made of metal, moving. They should have melted. ] What power could make them rampage so? The eyes glowed, as my dragons' eyes do.
[ And which fortress had it been, that was being torn asunder? She's never laid eyes upon it before. ]
I'd wager ... that it's the same something that has the value hidden beneath your sternum. It's the power that binds you as a bridge between this world and your world. That's the only thing that has that much power.
[ shards.
he wasn't unfamiliar. there was a reason that Morla had sent him in a few directions for research on shardstuff, and he had a feeling that he knew exactly where he could pinpoint this, but it was a place that had yet been searched. it made him a little anxious. ]
[ Dany looks down at her breast. How strange it still seems to feel nothing there. She must ensure that the first naked shard she sees isn't her own. ]
Then someone, or many someones, has a great hoard of shards at their disposal. [ Her tone is more clipped. Has there ever before been a group of people with so many potential enemy factions in one place?
There's an exhale to release some of her lingering tension, and a pat upon his arm. He is already holding far, far more threads than she is. She won't pluck at a tapestry when the weaver is already so weighed down by his spools. ]
There were three ruins before them. I can see them still. [ The portions that revealed themselves to her had been clear--too clear. ] The steel dragons trampled a village, felled a spire, and plucked apart an immense fortress. It was well-built, better walled than any I have seen, but for one city that ensconced itself within three, [ she tells him, recalling the immense outside of Qarth's great defensive stronghold. She's seen some cities in her time, and this was built too strongly to be deconstructed with force alone. ]
shards for the dwarves, and shards for the monarchs. shards for the proclaimed Martin Maskmaker to shape the memory of so many faces worn through the last millennia. sigils and gods and the Void all turned to the shards; it began and ended with them and the fate that surrounded the gem the day it shattered. ]
The barons have been called to arms, and soon the spires will be warded. We are Unseelie, we'll just have to be ... distinctly cleverer than whatever lout decided to plague us with visions. [ Loki says a bit flatly, as if he just tasted something awful. ]
[ Dany's blood stirs at this, and no wonder. For all her lack of experience, she has already helmed three successive military strikes, and succeeded. Battle interests her. Tactics interest her. She'd wielded immense power in Slaver's Bay, but she'd shown true capability in how little she'd ensured she must use it.
For the first time since her arrival, she feels--stymied. She greatly mislikes being on the other side, the side that awaits orders. ]
I have not seen even a skirmish here. [ She raises her brows. ] What manner of strike?
That depends on resources. [ for him, he had been working on a few research and development projects that would give them a slight (and explosive) advantage. ] I've some idea of what this may be, but it's more difficult to tell on which side it will fall. [ here's his scheming face, like he knows more than he may be letting on. ]
The best would be to prepare. The Unseelie, while resourceful, lack the certain trait of ... oh, you know ... coming together properly and having cohesive goals in mind in times like this.
[ he begins rifling through the pockets of his pants in some kind of over-exaggerated, slightly dramatic manner. ]
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I don't wish to impose, but it may be the magic in this place has found my blood. Would you hear a dream?
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I can clear my schedule for a bit of dream interpretation. Nothing too raunchy, I hope.
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I see. When I am plagued by another bawdy dream, I shall remember to spare your ears. When would serve?
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My dreams have troubled me before, but this was meant for warning, I know it.
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She's robed in silk the color of seafoam when she appears, her hair unbound. Dany has received guards from her bed before, but for meetings, she'll cover herself with something more proper than furs.
Perhaps she isn't perturbed enough to embrace him, but she does take his hands into hers when she steps from the fairy ring. It pleases her to see him after so long, her strong-willed trickster god. She knows Loki won't tell her that dreams are only dreams, and curiously, she's missed his particular flavor of humor and irreverence. ]
It seems the riddles have fled you for me, [ she teases as though little is wrong, though her last message was revealing enough. ]
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there's a loose green shirt and his gloves wrapped to mid-forearm. his shirt's untucked as if he had been caught in the middle of something, and his hair parted off to the side. he looks at her from beneath dark brows, taking a few stone skipping steps forward.
he rubs the back of his neck. ]
Occasionally there's much needed contrast. A god of chaos needs to change it up a little bit to keep the game strong.
[ he tips his head toward her. ]
Something troubles you.
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Yes, [ she admits, hands bracing her arms as she recalls the pain she'd felt upon awakening, the terror that had remained with her on the battlefield. ] My forefathers once fled a great doom, my brother Viserys told me. They escaped on the counsel of Daenys Targaryen, who dreamed of portents.
[ She's watching him carefully as she explains, curious if any of this surprises him. She isn't certain whether the same power lies in her, though her dreams tell her truths she wouldn't have known otherwise, but she feels she must trust her instincts. If she hadn't trusted the wisdom in her blood, her dragons would not have hatched that night on the Dothraki Sea. ]
I dreamed of ruin, but it was not the work of the Void. It was battle. [ Unless it's an elaborate magic, intended only to mislead--but that thought only serves to trouble her more. She lifts her chin pointedly to better meet his gaze, brows raising. She can see he's been drawn away from something else, though he'd told her she wasn't imposing, and the change in his appearance is striking. How different he seems, in such plain garb. ] I know little of your magic and wards. Is it safe to speak freely?
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he tips his head as she meets his gaze. ]
No, generally not. There's all methods of hearing our super secret convo right here, but I'm sure we could find other accommodations. If you don't mind a little midnight stroll, of course.
[ and he hooks out his arm like the gentleman he's not so she can take it. ]
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She steps away entirely from the edge of the fairy ring to meet him, sliding her arm through his own in acceptance and placing her other hand atop in thanks. This time, she has no need to convince herself she will remain safe in his company. ]
I knew you would not tell me it was only a dream. [ For better or for worse, he's become her source for all things magic. ]
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[ he seems faintly amused by the prospect. this isn't the first vision he's received, and with each comes a nagging voice that radiates in the coils of his brain: who put it there? what put it there?
Loki wasn't one to succumb to the will the universe, far from it.
there's a mutter of something beneath his breath, and the next step they take is up the stone stairs of Diasabile's spire. ]
So, please, tell me about it.
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And if he thinks their words are protected here, she believes him. ]
It was battle, [ she tells him, her feet making near whisper-soft sounds upon the stone as they climb, ] yet at first, I could not see my enemies. The maze of fire had burned away nearly all, but still, the flames reached heights I have never seen. [ She can taste the ashes upon her tongue as she speaks of it; never before had smoke troubled her so. ] Only magic can produce such fire, surely? And I--I was frightened, [ she admits. The word is not one she uses lightly. ]
Beyond the fire, I saw the fight. [ There's a pause as she thinks how best to describe it. She's unaccustomed to recounting her dreams to anyone; they have only ever belonged to her, and her alone. ] My enemies were beasts, Loki. Beasts made of metal, moving, destroying a great fortress. They would not stop.
[ And she hadn't stopped screaming. ]
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Sounds painfully familiar, most likely because I've witnessed the same.
[ and it wasn't the first time. there were the visions of the godswar, the fear that still prickled in his belly when he recalled the dream in vivid colors and feeling. ]
Your premonitions aren't wrong. Something is coming. A very terrible, fiery something made from moving gears.
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I have never known steel to spread fire. [ Nor has she known beasts made of metal, moving. They should have melted. ] What power could make them rampage so? The eyes glowed, as my dragons' eyes do.
[ And which fortress had it been, that was being torn asunder? She's never laid eyes upon it before. ]
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I'd wager ... that it's the same something that has the value hidden beneath your sternum. It's the power that binds you as a bridge between this world and your world. That's the only thing that has that much power.
[ shards.
he wasn't unfamiliar. there was a reason that Morla had sent him in a few directions for research on shardstuff, and he had a feeling that he knew exactly where he could pinpoint this, but it was a place that had yet been searched. it made him a little anxious. ]
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Then someone, or many someones, has a great hoard of shards at their disposal. [ Her tone is more clipped. Has there ever before been a group of people with so many potential enemy factions in one place?
There's an exhale to release some of her lingering tension, and a pat upon his arm. He is already holding far, far more threads than she is. She won't pluck at a tapestry when the weaver is already so weighed down by his spools. ]
There were three ruins before them. I can see them still. [ The portions that revealed themselves to her had been clear--too clear. ] The steel dragons trampled a village, felled a spire, and plucked apart an immense fortress. It was well-built, better walled than any I have seen, but for one city that ensconced itself within three, [ she tells him, recalling the immense outside of Qarth's great defensive stronghold. She's seen some cities in her time, and this was built too strongly to be deconstructed with force alone. ]
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shards for the dwarves, and shards for the monarchs. shards for the proclaimed Martin Maskmaker to shape the memory of so many faces worn through the last millennia. sigils and gods and the Void all turned to the shards; it began and ended with them and the fate that surrounded the gem the day it shattered. ]
The barons have been called to arms, and soon the spires will be warded. We are Unseelie, we'll just have to be ... distinctly cleverer than whatever lout decided to plague us with visions. [ Loki says a bit flatly, as if he just tasted something awful. ]
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For the first time since her arrival, she feels--stymied. She greatly mislikes being on the other side, the side that awaits orders. ]
I have not seen even a skirmish here. [ She raises her brows. ] What manner of strike?
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The best would be to prepare. The Unseelie, while resourceful, lack the certain trait of ... oh, you know ... coming together properly and having cohesive goals in mind in times like this.
[ he begins rifling through the pockets of his pants in some kind of over-exaggerated, slightly dramatic manner. ]
Herding cats, really.