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(A familiar face, perhaps? Drogon is bigger than he was before, much too big to perch on her shoulder and his expressions are easier to see. Can a Dragon be worried? He certainly looks it, his low growls rumbling, unsure, at his mother's side.)

I feel like I saw this place in a dream. (The sensation of rain pouring down, blurring the lines of the buildings and washing the ash from her clothes forces her to breathe.) Is this what awaits everyone? Are these the Night Lands?

(She glances at Drogon, his eyes flaring fire bright.)

I must be alive. Unless you have learned how to fly far indeed! (Bending down, breaking herself out of her frozen state, she caresses her boy's scaly cheek.)

Does anyone recognize us?

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Oh! Uh long time no see.

[ Their first meeting was pretty saucy, but they've talked regularly a few times after that. Prisma was a big place though, so Konoka hadn't even realized she was a person who left and came back. ]

I recognize you at least! Are you okay?

...excuse me? (...yet, the face, the voice all feel familiar. In fact, she is recalling very intimate details about this woman!)

I don't know.

[ Konoka probably looks a little different than Daenerys remembers, mostly due to having much darker hair and now tall bat ears. But still pretty recognizable, thankfully!

Especially her soft drawl in her voice. ]

I'm sorry to hear that. Take it easy, and stay some place high and dry. The storms aren't pleasant right now.

(It takes her a few moments to process the ears, admittedly. Konoka, you are making her really feel like she has fallen head-first into a dream!)

No, we're drenched and he doesn't like it. (Which is why she is guiding him to shelter in their new apartment building. Drogon gives a little shake and stretches his wings.)

Are these storms normal?

I don't think they are. Weird rumors of it shutting down powers are starting to leak out too, so please be careful.

I've been dealing with a lot of stuff myself.

I can make do with candles. (If she can find any?)

Such as? (She feels like listening to this woman, empathizing with her.) I have plenty of time to listen.

I haven't had any serious traumas or anything, but I've been dealing with quite a lot.

I've had to put a lot of effort in protecting my store. And I've realized I've done someone wrong, but not quite sure how. But then I've also been compiling all the weird stuff that's been going on around here? I have a whole document on it and everything!

Small incidences can become overwhelming if they happen close together. (She lets herself into her apartment and gathers some towels.)

I would like to read that document. Would you mind if I did?

Yeah, sure!

[ Konoka sends her a text containing a link to said document in question. ]

I hope this helps!

Thank you. (She sits down on the towels and pulls the document up.)

Is there anything I can do for you?

Yeah.

[ Konoka's voice is cheerful but firm. ]

Stay dry and stay safe.

[ She softens up a bit. ]

But I don't mind chatting some.

(She really is kind. Daenerys feels like crying and her lips tremble as she holds the emotion back.)

I -

I feel like I've lost everything.

You lost--

What?

[ The last word is a little quiet, partially from incredulity in how the subject shifted, and partially because she felt a little too rude. She replayed what Daenerys said in her head, and it was only then that it clicked. ]

Oh no... what happened?

(She doesn't know who else to confide in and now that she is sitting down, everything is replaying in her mind.)

I lost two of my sons, so many friends, the loyalty of those who swore oaths to me and...

My life.

[ Konoka, for a little while, doesn't even know how to react. Her mouth opened, trying to think of something to say about this bombshell while Daenerys practically broke down.

Eventually, took a deep breath, and in the most soothing voice she could manage, said, ]

I'm sorry.

But it's alright. It's all over now. You're here.

(It doesn't matter now. She had said that not long before demolishing King's Landing. Nothing matters anymore. But she must go through the motions. What else does she have?)

Is that better or worse?

I dunno. I can't even tell you. But there's one thing here you won't have at home...

[ Konoka looked thoughtful for a moment. ]

...and that's a fresh start. Not many chances to start over again.

(What does she even do with a fresh start? Daenerys buries her face in her hands and they smell like ash.)

Of all the people in Westeros, why would I be given a second chance?

What do the gods want me to learn?

[ Zero to three for Konoka having any answers. Still, she wasn't one to at least try and even things out. ]

Can't speak for the gods, I'm afraid. I'm just an ordinary girl who happens to have some magic. I'm just speaking for me, here. Not knowing what you did at home, what mistakes you made, the only thing I know is what you can do here. Relax, atone... all of that is up to you.

(Something inside of her recoils. She doesn't want to be near anyone who can use magic. But Konoka hasn't turned on her. Yet a voice inside of her adds.)

I will build a life for myself; a life that will be good for my son. I will put him first.

And that's a good start!

[ Konoka adds cheerfully. A moment passes before something occurs to her. ]

Who's your son?

Drogon. (She lays a hand on the young Dragon's head.) He has been my son since the moment he hatched.

Ah, okay.

[ She knows what Daenerys means, and as such, is content to leave it there. ]

Hang in there, okay? Give me a call if you need anything!

Thank you. (She gives a small nod.) Once I am settled, I extend the same offer to you.

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