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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arrival.

[conqueress]

[ She doesn't fear.

A young woman stands in the clearing, mounted upon a white horse and garbed in seafoam green. Her hair is silver, her eyes a curious shade of violet, and she has not come alone. A crossbow rests in a saddlebag at her waist, but it is for practice only--the real weapons are behind her, ranging and bound to her by a spell that has not yet passed its casters' lips, casters who do not yet hold the terrible renown they wielded in Dany's time. It's Drogon who sails into the clearing first, who is black and red of scale, and his brothers are not far beyond. Rhaegal and Viserion cease their playful snapping at one another to flutter and perch upon branches that can scarcely hold their growing weight--and for the first time since returning to the Drabwurld, Dany feels peace.

They feel it, too. Astonished, and in awe of the majesty of the dragon before her, she nonetheless answers: ]

I am no child.

[ Compared to many here, she is--but she has seen too much, aged too quickly, to ever be a child again. Perhaps she never was one.

Dany is silent for a moment, admiring the dragon before her. Balerion had been larger than this one, if the tales were true, but she is still the largest dragon anyone living in Westeros has ever seen. ]

You must excuse me, [ she manages, almost blurting it, ] but you are so beautiful. I had never thought to see--

[ Why do I say that? ]

[lifebound]

[Her kin have arrived.

They are like her, only not. They hail from a different land and carry a different scent but she knows them still, calls out to them with a deep and stirring sort of rumble. She would draw them to herself. She would invite their warmth and share her own. Perhaps only a Targaryen could tame these dragons but a Queen among them would consider them her subjects all the same.

As for the girl, Alexstrasza peers down with gentle eyes. Everything about her is soft despite those hardy scales, those sharp teeth, and she addresses Daenerys with great respect and humility for one who wears a crown. Only human, and yet only humans had accomplished mighty deeds before.]

So you are not.

[She concedes this freely, then chuckles at her open admiration. Dips her head coaxingly to the grass.]

And yet you are so beautiful yourself. Come closer. Come touch. I welcome you.