TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

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feast.

[conqueress]

[ Dany flinches and draws back instantly, the platter she'd carried thudding upon the ground and upending its contents. It's roast pig, and though it's not as charred as her children would like, she has missed feeding them. ]

Peace, [ she bids him, examining the honey glaze that has now smeared down the bodice of her seafoam gown. He apologizes so readily that she thinks him only clumsy, not malicious. He is lucky he is not in my court. My advisors would reprimand him sharply. ] You meant no offense, I'm certain.

[ It's a curious thing for her now, being bumped into after so long with guards standing between her and anyone who seeks audience in her chamber. She takes him in at a glance with practiced ease, eyes lingering upon the lightsaber in curiosity. It's a weapon, to be sure, but she has never seen such a sword.

Seeing its chance, an imp dares to dart closer to the leavings, but Dany stops it with a glance. ] Are you a knight, to carry such arms?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Not exactly. [He isn't cocky enough to lay claim to being a jedi yet, even after the training that Yoda had given him. Especially after that. If anything it served to drive home just how much there still is to learn.] One day maybe, but not yet.

[Even as he speaks he's already crouched down, trying to salvage what he can from the mess he caused. He doesn't know the first thing about the young woman that he bumped into, but she has that same self-possession that Leia does in one of her more regal moods and that sort of thing never fails to make his own background seem more stark in comparison.]

I am sorry about your dress.

[conqueress]

One day? [ she smiles, her curiosity piqued. He's not of Westeros, that much is plain, but she's heard of few other worlds that have knights. ] Then you must be a squire, surely?

[ He's appropriately gallant, to sweep down and pick up the mess. ] It is only honey, no more, [ she tells him. The Drabwurld attendants have surely seen worse, and there is much to be done with magic. ] My children will think me sweeter than usual. [ And she joins him upon the ground, though she doesn't kneel, holding out her hands for the tray. Dany wore rags and leathers alike before she was a queen, and though she wouldn't trouble herself thus before the Meereenese, she needn't watch others scurry about after her here, if she doesn't wish it. Eventually, she tires of being regal.

As Luke gathers the supper, over the din of noise and music comes a low rumble, so low it can almost be dismissed as distant thunder. ]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Well, more of an apprentice really, though I guess it's the same sort of--

[While he talks, Luke continues loading the meat onto the waiting tray in her hands, smiling gratefully when she moves to help. At the rumble he pauses though, glancing upwards with narrowed eyes. Thanks to a life spent in Tatooine's desert thunder might not be the first thing that comes to mind when he hears it (instead he hopes for a wild moment that it might be a ship), but he doesn't need to positively identify the sound to know that something big is on the way. The Force is practically screaming it.]

[conqueress]

The same sort of rank? You are apprenticed to a knight? [ Dany prompts him calmly, carefully keeping the wariness from her face. She hears it, too. What mother doesn't recognize her child's voice? But to show either fear or aggression toward Drogon would be unwise, and she knows almost nothing of the man before her.

And so she rises first, holding out a hand to pull him to his feet. The imp she'd warned away, which had lingered hopefully in the shadows, is now fleeing into the darkness as fast as its legs can carry it. ] Tell me, have you ever seen a dragon?

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Once, back home. And trust me, once was enough.

[But what would a krayt dragon be doing here? Surely they couldn't live outside of the desert. The sense of something getting nearer and nearer grows with each passing moment, as does the fear coming from the imps and any other creatures smart enough to flee before the latest guest arrives. A jedi wouldn't run though. Fear leads to hate. Instead he will stand his ground, drawing on the Force, trying to center himself and project nothing but calm inside and out, ready to meet whatever comes.]

[conqueress]

[ She can see that he is brave, as well. A squire, indeed, but is he a fool? Only a fool, or a man who had lived far beyond the bounds of a natural life, would not be wary of a dragon--yet here he stands, awaiting Drogon's descent. Watchful, but not fleeing. ]

Then you already know that to flee will tempt him, [ she tells him, touching him gently upon the arm. She doesn't know him, this otherworldly squire, but her instincts are rarely wrong, and she thinks it might be kinder to speak the truth. ] Drogon, he is named. I hatched him and his brothers upon a great grass sea when I was frightened and alone. [ She sighs. ] I shall never be alone again, but they grow bigger now, and hungry. You must never approach a dragon in this world.

[ It sounds as if he won't--willingly, at least--but she also fears he might try to slay one.

The darkness above them shifts, and something large lands in the tree nearest them, sending the leaves to fluttering down upon their heads. There, in the blackness, are eyes that glow like two red coals. It isn't the shadows themselves that they see, but a dragon black as night. ]

Drogon, [ she calls sweetly, soothingly, almost as if she's singing a song. ] You have frightened our friends.

[ Her answer is another low rumble, louder this time. A long, black neck snakes down toward them from his perch, black smoke escaping from sharp, black teeth. ]

[likemyfatherbeforeme]

Well, he's certainly impressive. They can't fly back on Tatooine.

[In all honesty, it's smaller than Luke was expecting. But the wings certainly come as an unwelcome shock, as does the heat roiling off of it even at a distance. It isn't evil though. He can sense that. Just hungry and wild. Incredibly hungry actually and that worries him. The last thing anyone needs is for that impatient appetite to turn towards the assembly.

With his eyes closed for the moment and a look of concentration on his face, he reaches out through the Force again, trying to send impressions of peace and calm through himself and into the dragon, the girl, the whole surrounding area if he can. It's something that he knows he should be able to do in theory, but the reality may well be something else entirely. At least he's managed to wrestle down and let go of any anxiety that he may have had about the encounter. That ought to count for something.]