(Video; UN: motherofdragons)

[decisiveconquest]

(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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[decisiveconquest]

(She shakes her head faintly, disliking the feel of her wet hair hitting her cheeks.)

It...feels like an old dream. I'm sorry if that causes difficulties.

[circumitus]

No no, it doesn't. Actually... have gone through something similar, few times before. Not here, though.

[GOD she is so glad she's never come across anyone here who knew her from before. Rey has been trying to put distance between herself and her old reputation since she realized she's got a clean slate on this planet.]

Sounds like you do remember some things? If not at least feel like you remember?

[decisiveconquest]

It's coming back to me slowly. (The pace is frustrating and it makes her feel vulnerable. Warrior queens should be better prepared than this and yet how could she be?)

When this storm clears, would you like to share a drink with me?

[circumitus]

[Boy is that a mood Rey is all too familiar with.]

Oh, um. Sure, if that's what you want. Would like that.

[decisiveconquest]

I will contact you after the weather has quieted, then. (She assumes she can do so with this funny device.)

[circumitus]

Y... Yeah, weather's gotten pretty bad. Feeling a little... off, so it might be better not to be around other people much right now, anyway.

[Read as: Rey has a cold but because she's never experienced a cold before she has no idea what the symptoms of being sick actually feel like. Oof.]

[decisiveconquest]

Off? How? Are you ill? (As someone who has suffered a cold, Daenerys could be of help.) Did you stand in the rain for too long?

[circumitus]

Think so. Haven't ever been sick, so... not sure if this is how it's supposed to feel or if it's worse.

[Considering that what fell can't be natural rain, she's going to assume the latter, but hasn't decided on what to do about it yet.]

[decisiveconquest]

How have you avoided it this far? It should be easy to tell if you have a fever.

I can help you make soup or stew when we meet.

[circumitus]

Can't even be burned by fire. Fevers are usually neither here nor there when you're a walking power reactor. That includes not being affected by conventional illnesses.

[huff] Of course, this is probably not fucking conventional...

[decisiveconquest]

(Is it rude to ask if someone is human? Probably. Daenerys is going to avoid it.)

I am concerned for you. (Her maternal side is rearing its head, which is actually a nice distraction from...everything else.) Do you live alone?

[circumitus]

[It might be rude if Rey actually considered herself human, but nah.]

...

Kind of?

[Does vagrancy count as "living alone"?]

[decisiveconquest]

What does that mean? (Use your words, Rey.)

[circumitus]

[Words are hard!]

Never bothered to settle down at any of the places here. Don't sleep a lot, or keep that much stuff. Didn't seem necessary to take up space.

[So she just kind of invades other people's at her own leisure instead! Because that's so much more productive.]