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[ He's normally not a video guy. So surprise surprise! There's a spiky-haired blond sporting soft wolf ears on your feed. A pair of sunglasses are hanging around his collar. ]

Hey everyone. Not that it's my first time using this thing, [ shrug. ] but... I guess I might as well cut to the chase.

My name is Cloud Strife. Haven't ironed out the kinks just yet, but I'm thinking of opening up shop again. Lunatia's pretty big, and I used to run a delivery business back home. So...

[ He's gauging interest. ]

If you got a business or know anyone who does, I can handle your supplies' shipments. Or personal mail and parcels. You name it, we deliver it. [ Speaking of handling large packages, ] That reminds me...

[ Cloud's already standing outside by what appears to be the side of a road. So when he turns the camera... In frame is a monster-sized motorcycle that somehow manages to look sleek at the same time.

Yes. That's his ride. ]

Anybody know of any garages for rent?

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[ A few proverbial roadblocks prevent him from visiting the queen any sooner than the early evening (7 p.m. about?) as Cloud finally makes his way to Daenerys' place. Was he pushing on "too long"? Almost. With his Servant's birthday happening tomorrow, the blond failed to find a proper gift for her. But that didn't mean he couldn't try again tomorrow. That and he had someone to meet.

Sorry for the wait. Be there in about five minutes.

Oh yeah. Sköll was fast. Which meant making up for lost time as he races off to her place, the telltale sound of an engine rumbling in the distance marking his arrival. Propping the kickstand and pulling his sunglasses down to hang around his neck, Cloud takes this time to place his hand atop a panel positioned above his handlebars. If he was going to show Dany what a bike was about, he'd have to make sure it was fueled up, first, the blond filling the machine with a little Chroma.

If the machine didn't catch her attention first, he'd come up to her doorstep shortly enough. ]

(He is pushing it - or he would be pushing it if this was Westeros. Since it's not, she knows better than to assume why he is later than she expected. He isn't Mercury who seems to delight in infuriating her.

The message and the rumble of his engine has her walking to the nearest window. She spies him and smiles faintly.)

Do you want to come with me? (Drogon wings his way to her and she lifts him into her arms.) Don't go too far. I know it's tempting.

(She exits her apartment, closing the door with her foot. Then she walks downstairs, balancing her dragon as if this is a daily task. She meets Cloud on the street's edge and Drogon takes flight the moment he sees the sky. Daenerys smiles up at the small dragon affectionately before focusing on the man before her.)

You've had a long day. (That is directed at Cloud.)

Edited 2019-11-20 10:28 (UTC)

[ Cloud was either always late or right on time (hopefully before tragedy can strike). He wasn't in any rush to be anywhere else tonight, so if she were ever curious, he would explain the proverbial rollercoaster that's been his day. When he spots Daenerys with Drogon in tow, his bright eyes widen a little. Not so much out of any fear (far from), but more the contrast of a human sharing such a bond with a dragon in the first place. ...even if he was way smaller than the kind of dragons he was used to facing.

His own gaze follows Daenerys' when Drogon takes flight. Somebody seemed happy to spread their wings a little. There's an idle sense of wonder in his mako-infused eyes, before he returns his focus back to the blonde before him. ]

That's one way of putting it.

[ His expression softens some. ]

Edited 2019-11-21 07:35 (UTC)

(It is difficult for Drogon to be cooped up in a small apartment. Daenerys is cautious about letting him fly about freely. She can't lose him too. But this feels safe enough and he will stay within sight, letting out chirps and growls to reassure his mother below that he is alright.

Daenerys crosses her arms loosely, giving Cloud a small, encouraging smile.)

Then you deserve a rest. (She walks forward a few steps, focus shifting to his motorcycle.) I have never seen anything like it. Is it faster than these...cars?

[ There's a certain air to Daenerys that he can't quite put his finger on. Granted he still was unaware of her true royal status. But at the same time, her demeanour puts him at ease all the same. He's been here long enough. He's had more than enough time to get used to spending time with those outside of his family and closer circle. Especially here... ]

Faster than most. [ Cloud steps aside, a light smile crossing his lips. Feel free to check it out! There's a stiff button just beneath the left handlebar. Do mind that- it's what would fold out the front of the machine to reveal six slots for swords. ] If they matched it to Fenrir's specs, this should be able to hit 400 kilometres per hour.

[ If there's one thing the usually soft-spoken swordsman got excited about, even a little, it was riding. ]

Not that I'm gonna do that with someone riding along for the first time.

(That is considerably faster than any horse. She isn't sure how fast Drogon can fly, but his motorcycle is likely much quicker regardless. Daenerys smiles a little more when he lets her see the full glory of Fenrir. She is careful about touching - and, frankly, she wouldn't know where to begin.)

I'm not weak. (But flying off of the contraption doesn't please her either.) I think I would like watching you on it.

(No, that wasn't sexual. It's just that she can imagine he is rather...graceful...(and powerful) when he is stretching his legs.)

Why Fenrir?

You sure? [ Not that Cloud didn't mind showing her how Sköll performed (or even explaining the features). But if she did decide to come along with him for the ride, he'd oblige wholeheartedly. Assuming it didn't look like he was up and kidnapping Drogon's mom. ] I don't mind showing a thing or two.

[ When she asks of the name, Fenrir, he moves in to stand by her side with a thoughtful hum. ]

There's an old story about a wolf that was bound by the gods. They said he would grow up to kill a god named Odin. Sure enough, legends say that at the end of the world, that's exactly what happened.

[ To that, Cloud gently shrugs. The lore and mythos revolving around Fenrir, Odin, Ragnarok, was a lot deeper and more complicated. ]

Guess I have a thing for wolves. That's why I call this one Sköll. [ Fenrir, his original motorcycle, was still back on his planet. ]

Edited 2019-11-23 07:20 (UTC)

I rode Drogon into battle many times. I'm not frightened of speed. (Or danger. Daenerys gives him a dazzling smile and smoothly straddles Sköll, settling on the seat nearest the back. She tugs on some gloves - she doesn't use them often - in case she needs to grip onto something that as hard and serrated as Drogon's scales.)

Mm I'm not sure I believe in legends anymore. They are nice to listen to, but holding onto them with any faith is difficult.

(No, impossible. She shrugs a shoulder.)

You would like the Starks. They have a strange connection with wolves and direwolves. Almost the same as the Targaryen connection with dragons.

Drogon? [ He looks up to the sky where her dragon was currently spreading his wings. Definitely had to have been a lot bigger for her to ride him proper. When she straddles the machine, he notices her already tugging on a pair of gloves. Eyes wide with a sense of wonder, he puts a hand on his hip with an impressed little smile.

Someone was eager and raring to go! Whenever Cloud joined her, she was free to hold onto him if she so wished. ]

A family from your world?

[ As he asks in regards to the Starks, Cloud will indeed move in to straddle Sköll with Daenerys. He was already wearing gloves, so it was a matter of balancing the bike upright. He hasn't moved the kickstand up yet, nor did he start the engine as he glances back over his shoulder and listens to her. ]

Mm that's him. (She nods at her boy flapping joyfully above their heads.) I named him after Khal Drogo. They share...quite a few traits.

(Sometimes she feels like Drogo came back to her - just in a different form. But that's silly, isn't it? And of course she is raring to go, Cloud. Daenerys has never faltered from a challenge and, despite her end, she managed to change many lives for the better.)

A noble family. They control the North of Westeros. I fought alongside them for the Long Night and they repaid me with betrayal.

(She isn't fond of any of them. Only one Targaryen found love with a Stark without experiencing utter betrayal at their hands. Daenerys wasn't that Targaryen.

She settles her arms around his waist, sensing that he is a man who knows kindness. He won't strike out or judge her for her weaknesses. It's strange - she does have a gift for reading others, yet she never thought Jon would be the one to -)

My Drogo... My Drogon... They stood beside me; they saw me. I would have made Khal Drogo King. Gladly. I should have remained loyal to him, heart and soul, after his death.

[ Repaid with betrayal... Daenerys was, if anything, seemingly more open about her past grievances than the acerbic swordsman was. He had a tendency to guard his past more. ...if only because it would only beget further questions. For a time, Cloud says nothing as she settles her arms around his waist. His eyes slip down to the road ahead, the sound of Drogon soaring overhead accompanying the Queen's words. ]

... .... .....

[ Her words would not go wasted on the larger blond she holds from behind as balances the machine idly. There's so little that Cloud knows about her circumstances (let alone what she's committed and had committed to her in kind). But... ]

I'm sorry for your loss.

[ It's not much. But there is a softness to his voice that implies that he truly means it. By his own admittance, the swordsman hadn't much else to offer on the matter. Not unless he was of her world too, anyway. The silence lingers for another beat of a moment before he starts the engine of Sköll. It's not overtly loud, but it does gently rumble beneath them. Knowing that she's pressed against his back some, he feels comfortable in getting ready to go. That is...well, besides one little detail that he's curious about.

He's not scared of a dragon, but... ]

You think Drogon'll tag along? [ Just follow mama and the strange spiky-haired man on a metal black and red horse. No big. ]

(She has never hid her past or her present. To be a good ruler, she believes in transparency - unless battle plans are the topic of discussion. Then she will lead her armies as she sees fit.

Not that she has armies anymore. Daenerys is soothed by his empathy and she gives him a little squeeze around his middle, resting her cheek against his back. Drogon is definitely keeping a close eye on them, however she understands one aspect about her eldest, living, son.)

He will do as he wishes. I've never forced him.

(She communicates her point of view to him and then watches him make his own decisions. Each time, he amazes her with his patience and wisdom.)

If he was worried about you, we would know.

Edited 2019-12-06 13:37 (UTC)

[ When Daenerys makes note that Drogon would do as he pleased, not to mention making his concerns known if he was worried about the blond swordsman...something told him that despite his smaller size, he doesn't want to find himself on the receiving end of this dragon's ire. ]

Guess you got a point there. [ Right. In that case. ] Let me know if you want me to go slower or not.

[ Or if she wants to go faster. Either way, Cloud and Daenerys take off, the engine of Sköll roaring to life as the wind picks up around them. With the queen riding behind Cloud's larger frame, she wouldn't have to worry so much about it by comparison. But this wouldn't just be some leisurely ride that follows some pattern such as "go straight. turn left. go straight. turn right. stop. rinse and repeat." Cloud does, however, pay mind not to take Sköll downtown. He trusts Drogon if Daenerys does. ...not sure about any Prismal civilians though. ]

Hold on!

[ He calls back to the woman hugging his midsection as they accelerate. He suddenly takes a corner at a rather sharp angle, the wheels squealing a little as they drift. But Cloud has pure mastery over the machine, righting the bike when they make the turn. Don't see a lot of horses taking sharp corners while keeping their speed. ]

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