[ the first message she has received, she startles enough to almost drop what she was holding. but it's magic and thus amazing and the reply(ies) soon follows. ]
[ it takes her a few minutes, but she finally comes into the kitchen. the long purple coat was left aside today. the undershirt is white, the vest black, the sash purple. she's also dirty, another day spent in the greenhouses with her lessons, and she wears a smirk wanting to be a smile as she hides something behind her back.
she brings it out with a flourish: a bunch of flowers, their leaves still attached, which she learned are good when brewed in a tea and are sweet to the taste too. ]
[ she cannot remember the last time she had a peach. the last time she saw one was painted onto a sign in a different land, in a different life. leaving kal with the flowers, she drifts toward the fruit. picking the ripest-looking, she holds it between her hands a moment. rather than peel it or cut it in half, she bites directly into it.
the juice explodes in her mouth. some dribbles down her chin. she catches the rivulets on her fingers and licks her fingers clean. she eats around the pit and thinks herself lucky even when she misjudges and her teeth accidentally hit it. sucking juice off her thumb, she looks up. ]
Those can be brewed into a tea, [ she pipes up, pointing to the flowers. ] Leaves and petals both, but it's the leaves that are supposed to be good for you.
[ The peaches have a sweet aroma that explodes in the room. Clark inhales to enjoy it. ]
Oh?
[ There's a plate with some napkins right next to the bowl of peaches. Clark takes a fresh one from the rack to pluck the leaves and petals off. He separates them on opposite ends of the plate. ]
[ The cups are right there on the rack, and he has to heat up some water first, as well as dry out the leaves and crush them in a sieve. She has time to decide. ]
[ Many have chosen to return to their home worlds. Many have already left. Faces Dany shall never see again will be uprooted from Oska and replaced in their timelines, as though nothing has happened.
When Graham and Wanda vanish from the list of names, though, she feels a queer sense of loss. Dany does not weep; why should she cry? They are home. They are happy. If I look back, I am lost. She tells herself that it is the rest she should know; those with whom she means to stay, for now.
As she reads, though, it seems she's been remiss in learning every name. Unseen, she stiffens. ]
Zokla. [ Wolf. Valyrian. ] Who has given you that name?
[ the reply follows after a second: a sharp, reflexive answer. zokla is quick to snap. she must be to have survived alone in the streets and canals of braavos. and zokla's name is precious to her. her father gave it to her and she has borne it proudly since. the only gift she has of her father; often her only possession. this would not be the first time she must defend it from questioning.
( a different girl, another girl, thinks of a queen and something black grabs her around the space where her heart used to be. ) ]
[ just gonna point that out. she doesn't leave it there, though. this is her name being questioned. ( this is a story oft told so that anyone can ask and know it to be true. ) ]
My father gave me it. He liked the sound so he made it mine. What's it to you?
The world is full of swaggering boys. When one bravo drops his sword, a hundred more rush to claim it. I am sorry for your loss.
[ She is not from Essos, not truly. Home has always come from dreams, from tongues, from dishes. From scents. Her true home was taken from her long ago. ]
I was born on Dragonstone during a great storm, but ships sailed to put me and my brother to the sword. When our foes could not catch us in the water, they sought us in the streets.
[ she thinks of the black shadow she glimpsed sometimes that would make nymeria bare her teeth in an impotent snarl when it sailed overhead. she thinks of the chatter in both the ragman's harbor and the purple harbor brought by the sailors who sailed through the summer sea onto the jade sea to yi ti and beyond. ]
There's talk of dragons in Slaver's Bay. But that's just talk. Sailors always bring stories they swear are true.
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Do you like peaches?
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Yes.
Why?
[ this is so much better than a raven. ]
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They're safe to eat.
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Is that where you are?
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Yeah, I'll be here.
[ He's been feeling hungry and tired for the first time here in Oska. ]
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she brings it out with a flourish: a bunch of flowers, their leaves still attached, which she learned are good when brewed in a tea and are sweet to the taste too. ]
Trade. For the peaches.
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He can smell the flowers too, and was going to ask until she produced them. He smiles delightedly and bends down to inhale their scent. ]
Thank you. The peaches are over there, I didn't know if you wanted the skins removed. I took out a knife.
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the juice explodes in her mouth. some dribbles down her chin. she catches the rivulets on her fingers and licks her fingers clean. she eats around the pit and thinks herself lucky even when she misjudges and her teeth accidentally hit it. sucking juice off her thumb, she looks up. ]
Those can be brewed into a tea, [ she pipes up, pointing to the flowers. ] Leaves and petals both, but it's the leaves that are supposed to be good for you.
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Oh?
[ There's a plate with some napkins right next to the bowl of peaches. Clark takes a fresh one from the rack to pluck the leaves and petals off. He separates them on opposite ends of the plate. ]
I'll try it out then. Would you like a cup?
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[ it's not a no. but occasionally, she remembers her courtesies. ]
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[ The cups are right there on the rack, and he has to heat up some water first, as well as dry out the leaves and crush them in a sieve. She has time to decide. ]
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[ snagging another peach and the knife she drops into a chair. she entertains herself slicing it half to remove the pit. ]
Have you been back to the stables?
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[ There's so many books on everything he could possibly want to know.
(And nothing on Krypton. Yet.) ]
What about you?
[ She might have her eye on that pegasus. He grins at her as he goes to put on the kettle. ]
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un: @daria
When Graham and Wanda vanish from the list of names, though, she feels a queer sense of loss. Dany does not weep; why should she cry? They are home. They are happy. If I look back, I am lost. She tells herself that it is the rest she should know; those with whom she means to stay, for now.
As she reads, though, it seems she's been remiss in learning every name. Unseen, she stiffens. ]
Zokla. [ Wolf. Valyrian. ] Who has given you that name?
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[ the reply follows after a second: a sharp, reflexive answer. zokla is quick to snap. she must be to have survived alone in the streets and canals of braavos. and zokla's name is precious to her. her father gave it to her and she has borne it proudly since. the only gift she has of her father; often her only possession. this would not be the first time she must defend it from questioning.
( a different girl, another girl, thinks of a queen and something black grabs her around the space where her heart used to be. ) ]
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In my home, Valyrian is my second tongue. I have heard it spoken in six of the nine Free Cities.
[ Only six, because she has never lived in the other three. ]
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[ just gonna point that out. she doesn't leave it there, though. this is her name being questioned. ( this is a story oft told so that anyone can ask and know it to be true. ) ]
My father gave me it. He liked the sound so he made it mine. What's it to you?
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Home.
[ A complicated answer, for a simple question. It's honest. ]
Your father named you wolf?
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[ since daria seems not to want to share a name ( not a true queen, surely, doesn't want to be called a liar ), zokla changes tack. ]
You're from Essos too. Where? How come you moved around so much?
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[ She is not from Essos, not truly. Home has always come from dreams, from tongues, from dishes. From scents. Her true home was taken from her long ago. ]
I was born on Dragonstone during a great storm, but ships sailed to put me and my brother to the sword. When our foes could not catch us in the water, they sought us in the streets.
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Are you a mummer?
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No. Only a dragon.
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There's talk of dragons in Slaver's Bay. But that's just talk. Sailors always bring stories they swear are true.
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They speak truly.
[ And soon enough, they will speak of her children across the Narrow Sea, where her enemies are waiting. ]
Drogon is here with me. Rhaegal and Viserion remained behind in Meereen.
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So why are you still here? Shouldn't you go back?
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