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[halfdressed]

[ The room is pink. Pink, gold, and are those fluffy, clever bunnies-the-size-of-imps running around adjusting the statues? Might be. ]

Hey! Goddess of Love speaking! Pay attention. [ She's curvaceous, tall, and dressed in enough chiffon that you'd think physics would keep her covered up, and yet. ] Hi-iiii. My name is Aphrodite, you might know me by a bunch of other things.

Obviously this place is like Ares's wet dream with all the war biz going on, but that's not my jam. Love would be the name of my game. Problem is, I don't have anywhere for mortals to leave messages for me when I'm busy and I am so not answering calls for help on this locket indefinitely because, uh, I have a life, so here's the deal; build me a temple near the edge of Dorchadas and I'll give you a freebie. That babe you've had your eye on? I'll make them fall in love with you! Are you ugly as a toad? I'll give you a permanent make-over! This is a one-time thing because I'm feeling generous ... and clearly don't have any offerings coming in, ugh. Speaking of, if you want to leave cute shoes as a gift, I'm a size six.

So yeah! Get in touch.

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[angelolatry]

[There's a teenager with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes giving a smile and wave to the locket. It's not easy, with the new arrivals among everything else. But she feels she has to try help, to say something.]

Hello everyone! I just wanted to say hello to the new arrivals! I know I saw some of you at the feast, but there were so many of you! I'm Colette, and I came in with the last group, a little over a year ago now. So if any of you have any questions, I can try to help answer some at least.

I was thinking, I know a lot has been going on lately and all, but that doesn't mean things like birthdays don't still happen, right? Since I know some are probably coming up, I was thinking I might ask about that, so I could be sure to have gifts ready in time. Not just for my friends, but everyone. It's hard enough being here sometimes without any friends or family. Let alone a birthday without any presents.

[No. She's not outright mentioning her own is approaching. Eighteen. She never thought she could live to see even seventeen. Yet here she is. Still alive to celebrate her upcoming eighteenth birthday. If only Lloyd and the rest could see her now.]

Um, otherwise...I know things are getting. Tense. So I just wanted everyone to be careful. And to let everyone know if they had any arrangements with Emil - I know he was helping with training some monsters for people, he's....he went home. I'm sorry.

[A bit of a downer, but she felt it had to be said all the same. Just in case some didn't know yet.]

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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. ]