one of the things about dragons where i'm from is they're conscious like people are, so what gets said about 'em sometimes is that the only use they have for humans is making things they can't like alcohol. every little boy and girl knows dragons love mead
following that, the way you meet a dragon is to thusly: dig a giant hole in a field fill it with mead hide then the dragon shows up, and drinks, and you wait until the dragon's a bit pissed, then go say hello, and the dragon'll be in an alright mood 'cause of the mead.
and what do my lovely countrymen do with this tale? they finish it with
"you can talk to the dragon now he's in good spirits"
Edited (notices a typo an hr later ) 2017-12-02 06:23 (UTC)
[ She looks at her device only once she's ordered a car to take her back home, Drogon curled on her lap like a cat, bracing herself for -- what she in her vanity presumes will be -- a torrent of unanswered messages.
And there are, more or less. From text messages from personal assistants, to contacts at the fashion house, media follow up queries asking for her whereabouts, but only one imPort.
This isn't something to feel resentment for. In the past, she's known those who have gone missing for a day, and sometimes she'd noticed, sometimes she hadn't. In the event of extended disappearances, she knows she might do something like this -- in the hopes it would be seen one day, and better yet, replied to -- and maybe that's why she recognises it for what it is. Her heart, which had been still, gives a twinge.
She begins to thumb out a message in reply, and then deletes it, and presses the call button.
When Arthur picks up; ]
And here I was beginning to think your little fairytale was going to drag... on.
[ He was in a unique position to notice her absence for what it was, as quickly as he did. Not something they've talked about, at least as it relates to the two of them (the three of them, if you count him, her, and the nameless thing that isn't a relationship and isn't platonic distance).
For a while he thought he should wait, like he was going to wait before letting someone know - who? Gwen, maybe, or the knight from her home he knows of but hasn't met - because twenty-four hours might still be just one of the Porter's strange blips. Double that, even. Three days, was the desultory minimum he'd decided on. But why bother, when time is not the linear thing he once thought it was. Why court becoming moody or forgetful, when he could just do it. He'd wanted to tell her that stupid story and hadn't gotten around to it yet.
[ She strokes a finger down the curve of Drogon's spine, which he tolerates more than appreciates, probably, but sometimes her children must endure human displays of affection. ]
Pray, what sort of conversations does one have with one of your dragons? Once in good spirits.
Same conversations you'd have with any drunk, just a little farther away.
[ You know, so you don't end up squished or accidentally incinerated because Joe Dragon leaned over on his tipsy elbow to tell you about his thieving ex. ]
I've never had enough mead to give it a go, [ is said in a chuckle. Yes, that's totally why, and not because it's bogus. (Or is it.) ]
Don't know if there's a way to say 'welcome back' without making it a little weird. Pretend I figured it out.
[ The situation is a strange one. They should all wish to go home, and no one should wish their friends trapped forever; and yet he'd miss her, and yet he knows something awful awaits her.
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left while daenerys was porterafk.
like alcohol. every little boy and girl knows dragons love mead
following that, the way you meet a dragon is to thusly:
dig a giant hole in a field
fill it with mead
hide
then the dragon shows up, and drinks, and you wait until the dragon's a bit pissed, then go say hello, and the dragon'll be in an alright mood 'cause of the mead.
and what do my lovely countrymen do with this tale? they finish it with
"you can talk to the dragon now he's in good spirits"
→ audio.
And there are, more or less. From text messages from personal assistants, to contacts at the fashion house, media follow up queries asking for her whereabouts, but only one imPort.
This isn't something to feel resentment for. In the past, she's known those who have gone missing for a day, and sometimes she'd noticed, sometimes she hadn't. In the event of extended disappearances, she knows she might do something like this -- in the hopes it would be seen one day, and better yet, replied to -- and maybe that's why she recognises it for what it is. Her heart, which had been still, gives a twinge.
She begins to thumb out a message in reply, and then deletes it, and presses the call button.
When Arthur picks up; ]
And here I was beginning to think your little fairytale was going to drag... on.
[ :D? ]
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For a while he thought he should wait, like he was going to wait before letting someone know - who? Gwen, maybe, or the knight from her home he knows of but hasn't met - because twenty-four hours might still be just one of the Porter's strange blips. Double that, even. Three days, was the desultory minimum he'd decided on. But why bother, when time is not the linear thing he once thought it was. Why court becoming moody or forgetful, when he could just do it. He'd wanted to tell her that stupid story and hadn't gotten around to it yet.
No regrets, right?
Arthur's laugh is warm and genuine. ]
That one's an edited-for-time dragontale.
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[ She strokes a finger down the curve of Drogon's spine, which he tolerates more than appreciates, probably, but sometimes her children must endure human displays of affection. ]
Pray, what sort of conversations does one have with one of your dragons? Once in good spirits.
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[ You know, so you don't end up squished or accidentally incinerated because Joe Dragon leaned over on his tipsy elbow to tell you about his thieving ex. ]
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[ Because his dragons may be drunkards, but she will take their side regardless!!
The sound of a voice, barely audible, and Dany covering the mouthpiece of her phone to clarify: it's the second one on the left, thank you. ]
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Don't know if there's a way to say 'welcome back' without making it a little weird. Pretend I figured it out.
[ The situation is a strange one. They should all wish to go home, and no one should wish their friends trapped forever; and yet he'd miss her, and yet he knows something awful awaits her.
Better to make a joke about it? Who knows. ]