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[unsullies]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Daenerys Targaryen
RECIPIENT: YOU (if you have a crystal)
WHAT: A relative newbie makes a public introduction
WHEN: NOW
WHERE: Everywhere sending crystals can be found; Dany is in Halamshiral at the moment
NOTES: n/a

[ Dany has no earthly idea if the sending crystal (as they call it) is working. If she speaks to an audience of no one or if the entirety of the "Inquisition" can hear her cautious, hesitant voice. She's had conversations through it, has had time to marvel over its magic, and after nearly two months within Thedas, finds herself ready to finally announce her presence, for whatever it may be worth. ]

Inquisition: I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. I am a... "rifter," as you say, and one not of this world. There are no others from my own home, though those who have helped me thus far in yours have been very kind. Not many are kind to strangers, in my experience.

[ Not to the Beggar King and his sister, at any rate. Not to a young girl with three dragons, a tiny khalasar, and not much else.

... Speaking of that, though. ]

My family was of Westeros and our sigil bears a dragon because of our kinship with them. If there is any sort of expert on the beasts here, I would speak with you. I left behind three dragons of my own in the Dothraki Sea, and... I want to know what those in Thedas are like. That they live in such numbers is... incredible.

[ Would they take to her the way her own three had? It's a dangerous curiosity. ]

I would prefer we speak of this in person, but I hardly know how to direct you to my location.

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[byblow]

My f— [ friend, he was about to say friend, and he has to pause to prevent that and also to reevaluate all of his choices, all of his values, everything that led him to this point ] —fifteenth least-favorite apostate has been collecting information on dragons. You might want to look for her. Her name is Morrigan and she's only half as mean as she looks.

I only know how to fight them without being eaten. So far.

[unsullies]

Apostate? [ She questions lightly, but that isn't exactly the point, here. ] ... "Morrigan." All right, I'll find her and ask.

[ Dany assumes the 'apostate' is in Skyhold, or will be, once the Inquisition regroups there... at one point or another. ]

Fight them? [ Now her query is touched with wariness. ] Only a fool would fight a dragon. They aren't so easily felled.

[ Hers are only babies, so that's a different story, but she isn't about to let them come to harm. ]

[byblow]

Well, it's always been a team effort--but a team of fools, sure, that sounds right. Fools and ballistae. Ballistas? Ballist...

[ Stop him. ]

[unsullies]

What do you gain from their defeat, should you succeed?

[ not amused by the dragon killing, alistair >:l ]

[byblow]

On a normal day? Not being eaten. I understand that's just a personal preference, though. Not being eaten isn't for everyone.

[unsullies]

... Do you always make so many jokes?

[ The others had seemed to take her seriously, but this man... ]

[byblow]

I think I'm beating my average per hour.

How about: when did the dragon decide it had had enough to eat?

[unsullies]

[ ........... ]

When? [ Comes the slightly dry response. ]

[byblow]

Around mid-knight.

[ Eh? Eh? Can you hear his eyebrows? ]

1/2

[unsullies]

[ ........................................ ]

[unsullies]

What is your name?

[byblow]

[ 8] ]

Alistair.

Unless you hated my joke, then it's something else. Nathaniel.

[justice_is_blond]

Alistair.

[unbrokenoath]

Or Anders.

[ Helps!! ]

[justice_is_blond]

Yes, I'm certain he wants to be known as Anders.

[unsullies]

I don't hear a lot of jokes. The Dothraki's are - [ Filthy, frankly. ] Not as - [ Not "clever." ] ... They're different.

[ And Viserys never told jokes.

There's a pause. ]

Do you have any others?

[byblow]

Do I.

But I can't just tell them all to you at once. That isn't how it works.

[unsullies]

And how does it work?

[ You got her to ask after your jokes and now you won't share any more?? ]

[byblow]

You talk to me again some other time, and I might tell another. You can use me for all I'm worth and cast me aside in one conversation.

[unbrokenoath]

I don't know, I'm pretty fond of it.

[ wink wink wink wink ]

[byblow]

Push-ups. Twenty. Right now.

[unbrokenoath]

Why are you the only one allowed to make stupid jokes?

[byblow]

That's not a stupid joke. That's a clever innuendo. You're making me look bad.

[unbrokenoath]

When did you need my help for that?

[byblow]

Thirty.

[ Don't actually do any push-ups. He'll feel bad. ]