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[liveandforgive]

[ 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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[liveandforgive]

[ 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. ]

[decisiveconquest]

(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.

[liveandforgive]

[ 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. ]