[ The heated springs were a concept she had not partaken in. Many in Essos partook in quite the opposite — cool oasis of fresh water in the middle of heat and dryness.
However, when a particular someone insists on such an outing, who was she to resist? She was captivated by the woman — admiring her and wanting nothing more than to learn more about the shield maiden worthy of titles and prestige as her.
They were to the springs before she knows it, the chill was not something she had grown comfortable with in this season, instead craving the heat she once felt indifferent to.
There's hesitance as Lagertha shows no shame, Dany's chest tightening at her words. ]
What makes you say that? [ Less accusatory, more honest: ] Many view the monsters here differently. Many monsters... fear what they become.
[ As Daenerys undoes the chains against the front half of her jacket — she was included into that statement. The girl was between accepting her dragon-side, rebuking it, and still bitter at the magic witches wielded. A complex set of emotions for a complex little Queen. ]
[ it was hard to discern— truly, what would she feel if she were in jorah's shoes as a bear in the night? even dany? there would be things to work on, there would definitely be different problems to shift her attention towards. ]
My acceptance would come like a breeze. Beasts are esteemed creatures, always by the side of the Gods— Warriors, just as I. I care not for the views but my own. [ in a healthy way. lagertha doesn't dare discard the feelings of those who live here, or those who have come from the mirrors. the words she speaks aren't so sharp as to alienate— but to show with great care that what she believes prevails for her.
her boots slip off, her body only covered by lighter fabric— and soon, those are removed like bundled curtains, bare legs so close to the water. she takes a dip, her toes first and oh that's hot. a good hot. ] Seiðr is practiced and venerated, in my home. We always seek the guidance of our Seer, if they have comments of the future, [ she shakes her head then, and slips the entirety of her body into the spring. ] but not this sorcery.
[ there is a pause, before skin near her nose crinkles: it is of disdain that only seems to grow the more her silence sways. she speaks now, because she too is drawn to dany. there is affinity. there is trust she can only explain by using fate as her explanation. ]
I have lived the malevolence of a witch firsthand— That is not who I am. [ she rejects it again: she is not a witch. ] I too, would not wish this upon anyone.
[ There's a confidence she feels taken aback hearing. One that was far beyond doubt. So driven into certainty that she believes Lagertha immediately. Even if she has bitterness to both beast and monster alike, dubiously changing them without cause or concern — there is a fear many have to monsters, as she has bitterness to magic.
She listens as the fabric of her attire comes undone. Layer by layer, until flesh and blue-silver scale reveal itself plainly. ]
You have an advantage here, if you find the will to wield the magic flowing through you. I do not take you as a vain woman, but there's something invasive about the way they rip away beauty and form. I am the blood of the dragon, but my body has changed.
[ Daenerys does not stop until she is bare. Shame doesn't wash over her, not when she finds the water tempting. There's no change in her expression as the heat takes her. She was far too use to it, fire could not burn her before the changes. Now? This feels like an embrace to a lover. Welcoming.
A sigh of relief follows at the adjustment — but the mention of magic makes her face drain of color. ]
... As have I. A witch took my entire world from me — my sun and stars. Between both options, I'd rather none.
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However, when a particular someone insists on such an outing, who was she to resist? She was captivated by the woman — admiring her and wanting nothing more than to learn more about the shield maiden worthy of titles and prestige as her.
They were to the springs before she knows it, the chill was not something she had grown comfortable with in this season, instead craving the heat she once felt indifferent to.
There's hesitance as Lagertha shows no shame, Dany's chest tightening at her words. ]
What makes you say that? [ Less accusatory, more honest: ] Many view the monsters here differently. Many monsters... fear what they become.
[ As Daenerys undoes the chains against the front half of her jacket — she was included into that statement. The girl was between accepting her dragon-side, rebuking it, and still bitter at the magic witches wielded. A complex set of emotions for a complex little Queen. ]
I'd not wish this upon anyone.
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My acceptance would come like a breeze. Beasts are esteemed creatures, always by the side of the Gods— Warriors, just as I. I care not for the views but my own. [ in a healthy way. lagertha doesn't dare discard the feelings of those who live here, or those who have come from the mirrors. the words she speaks aren't so sharp as to alienate— but to show with great care that what she believes prevails for her.
her boots slip off, her body only covered by lighter fabric— and soon, those are removed like bundled curtains, bare legs so close to the water. she takes a dip, her toes first and oh that's hot. a good hot. ] Seiðr is practiced and venerated, in my home. We always seek the guidance of our Seer, if they have comments of the future, [ she shakes her head then, and slips the entirety of her body into the spring. ] but not this sorcery.
[ there is a pause, before skin near her nose crinkles: it is of disdain that only seems to grow the more her silence sways. she speaks now, because she too is drawn to dany. there is affinity. there is trust she can only explain by using fate as her explanation. ]
I have lived the malevolence of a witch firsthand— That is not who I am. [ she rejects it again: she is not a witch. ] I too, would not wish this upon anyone.
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She listens as the fabric of her attire comes undone. Layer by layer, until flesh and blue-silver scale reveal itself plainly. ]
You have an advantage here, if you find the will to wield the magic flowing through you. I do not take you as a vain woman, but there's something invasive about the way they rip away beauty and form. I am the blood of the dragon, but my body has changed.
[ Daenerys does not stop until she is bare. Shame doesn't wash over her, not when she finds the water tempting. There's no change in her expression as the heat takes her. She was far too use to it, fire could not burn her before the changes. Now? This feels like an embrace to a lover. Welcoming.
A sigh of relief follows at the adjustment — but the mention of magic makes her face drain of color. ]
... As have I. A witch took my entire world from me — my sun and stars. Between both options, I'd rather none.