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[conqueress]

[ The locket reveals the face of a young woman--some would say a girl--peering into it. Her hair gleams silver-gold in the candlelight, her eyes an unusual purple color. In the background, an imp peers over her shoulder, its claws clinging to her bared skin. ]

There is magic in the Free Cities and Qarth alike, yet I have seen nothing half so convincing as Allaidh Darach. It is ... [ She hesitates; what to call the place that's imprisoned you against your will? ] ... intricate work, truly. Were I settled into my kingdom, my children fierce and grown, perhaps I would not mind it so much, calling Caer Scima home.

[ For a fraction of an instant, she looks sad. Did Drogon sense her as she faded into this world? ]

But lush pillows will not shield my freedmen from those who would send them back to the shackles, no more than peach tarts will keep famine away from my gates. [ The imp shakes a foul little fist at the locket in punctuation, as though its fellows didn't help to abduct her only four nights ago. Dany turns and fixes it with a measured look. ]

Leave me now. I want no spies.

[ It hesitates, but something in her voice convinces it. Muttering, it releases her shoulder and shrinks away as though scolded. Dany waits impatiently for two more of the creatures to leave her presence, some private struggle raging beneath. Then, at last, she exhales in a sigh. ]

Yet time is not so easily disrupted, I have learned. Tell me, was I spoken true? [ It's phrased as something of a demand, but there's a very clear plea beneath it. The queen is there, but so, too, is the girl. And the girl is frightened, fearing for her people and her dragons alike. ] Will my people notice I have left them, or will all be as it was? How may I be assured of their safety?

[ Restless fingers pluck at the fringe of the cushion in her lap. ]

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[conqueress]

[ Out-trick a trickster? She's done far more impossible things, she thinks--but if he speaks her true, he has power that even the Undying Ones did not.

Despite this, her eyes warm to the flirtation; he is hardly uncomely. ] And if I manage this, will you tell me riddles still, or only sour falsehoods? [ she teases. ] I have never met a man, mage or warlock, who could abide the taste of defeat.

[ Magical though he is--and wary though she must be--she thinks him too clever not to keep in her favor. Most would hear "dragon," but not many would pay mind to "blood" or "Stormborn," important words that speak to her nature and her destiny. Most wouldn't care, and Dany feels she knows why he does. ]

You have a dragon's ear, it seems. [ And an eye for those who can make common cause with him. Does he think he, too, think her "needed" so sorely? She settles back against her chair as though relaxing, but it's anything but; he's caught her interest. ] Come to me with your honest counsel and your trickster's wisdom, and you shall meet with mine.

[ It's an invitation, and a promise, of sorts. ]

[selfimage]

Oh—I'm wounded. [ and also a very sore loser when he does lose. got it in one. ] But I have no proper defense, so we'll leave it to the whims of the future.

However, if you're so bold as to ask for the counsel of a no-good rotten trickster, how could I deny you? [ most wouldn't take it. in fact, most would warn against it. his mother had dismissed him (though he never claimed at that time to advise the throne) in favor of what they had called a "better future." well, for everyone but him. in a former life, he had danced Asgard to ruin, but he had done so deliberately. that was another life, another time. it didn't make him any less dangerous, but here he couldn't afford to lose. all he could do was try to be better. ]

That means challenge accepted. No need to make a date of it, I'll find you.