(Text; UN: motherofdragons)

[decisiveconquest]

I am seeking a blade for defensive purposes. Small knives won't do; I wish to acquire a sword or an arakh, though I doubt anyone has heard of the latter.

(The Dothraki arakh is a special and deadly weapon. She has watched her Dothraki in battle enough to know the basics of using one.)

Guns have been introduced to me, however I am not comfortable with them nor do I trust my aim.

(She had been hoping Drogon would begin to grow, but he remains unchanged. That means she needs to strengthen herself to protect them.)

video; un: high.priest

[hymnals]

[Adra's in his little apartment kitchen when he broadcasts this, wearing an apron and presiding over several bowls of various ingredients--blueberries, strawberries, cream, sugar, eggs, flour, etc. His elf ears have shifted to the Cordis cat's--a slightly darker shade of blond than his hair and very fluffy. His long, cream-colored tail swishes about as he talks. His voice is as deep and booming as ever, but there's a brighter tone to it--strangely upbeat.]

Bal'a dash. I hope the evening finds you all well and warm. I just have a few quick words.

[He starts slicing a strawberry as he goes on.]

Many of you arrived here already gifted in the ways of magic. But I've met several others who have never had such powers before. I've seen confusion and anxiety due to this, and I want you all to know that I'd be glad to help, if I can.

[He twirls his flour-dusted finger, and a ribbon of sparkling Light dances around his hand.]

Though I've devoted myself to the priesthood in recent years, I was once a mage of some skill--had apprentices, even. If you need instruction or advice in the ways of magic, please don't hesitate to call on me.

[The Light fades as he bows his head slightly, his furry ears twitching.]

My name is Adrasteius, and I'm at your disposal.