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[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

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[ Not too close to the major circle is Daenerys and her dragons, all three of which are out of their cages. She keeps close enough that the light of the fire still hits her, but far enough that the other horses do not get spooked by her children. She has her own small cooking fire but her ability to actually cook is abysmal at best, most attempts at cooking meat ends in near charring. Her dragons are the only ones who benefit from her mistakes, happy to eat whatever meat is given to them as long as it is cooked.

And charred is as cooked as cooked can come.

She sits on a small collection of furs, with her white hrakkar (a breed of white lion) cloak hanging loosely off her shoulders, to protect her from the coolness of the night though it is hardly needed. This weather is pleasant compared to the heat of the Red Wastes, the nights do not threaten to steal as many as the day's heat did.

Dany's hands busy in braiding her silvergold hair, though even that proves to be as difficult as cooking. With no way to see the back of her head she works blind, settling on a loose haphazard braid in the end. All the while her dragons eat from a clay bowl, filled with meat she had failed to cook properly and instead burnt. For the moment they are content and that is enough to please her. ]

[ There are few things that can catch your eye quite like three dragons hanging around like cattle of all things, and acting like the loyal pups of what appears to be a normal young woman. But Echidna knows of course that appearances can be deceiving.

Having had enough to drink for the moment, and finally giving into her curiosity, the elf saunters over, the serpent around her waist flicking a tongue out at one of the dragons as she nears. ]

What an impressive entourage.

[ The moment she approaches one of the dragons, the black-and-red one to be precise, pulls from the meal and focuses on her. Eyes like red coals almost glaring with suspicion and uncertainty.

Daenerys herself lifts her head at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, blinking a few times at the sight of her. Her dress is certainly... different, as is her hair and ears. It stirs some curiosity in her as she fixes the woman with a pleasant smile. ]

My thanks, but they are more important than that.

Is that so? I may be able to understand...

[ A little glance to the side, where the serpent is now leaning out from her shoulder to likewise inspect it's serpentine cousins. She rubs under his chin affectionately. ]

They look terribly young. What a responsibility that must be.

They are my children, their importance would is too high to measure. [ The red-and-black dragon, Drogon, keeps his eyes trained on the snake while the other two continue their feast. But only a fool would think they were paying no noticed. ]

They are. [ Sometimes she can still feel the flames in her dreams, still hear the wailing of the maegi as she burned to death. ] But as any mother I do not shirk from my responsibility and duty to them.

[ Well isn't this delightful. Either the woman is insane, she's a dragon in disguise, or some weird creepy magic is going on here. Any of these possibilities are intriguing, so she parks herself nearby without any invitation. ]

As any mother? You speak like all mothers are so nurturing.

[ A little from column b and a little of column c, to a point anyway. She frowns, confusion etching across her face. ]

And you speak as if they are the opposite.

Hardly, but not all mothers are the way they should be.

[ Crossing her legs, Echidna leans back against her hands while sighing, seeming content even though she's surrounded by strangers. ]

Those little things should count their lucky stars they have a beautiful mama who cares so deeply. Do they have names?

[ Then they are not worthy of being mothers. She bites her tongue, fingers closing around the sand silk of her trousers. ]

They do. [ As if knowing they are being talked about, the other two dragons cease their feasting to look up at the stranger. Their own gazes as suspicious as their brothers. ] They are named Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion.

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[There are few things that get the attention of James like odd creatures. Paradisa had a smattering of them obviously, the hippogriff and unicorn and the weird bird thing being prime examples of ones (and only two of those things are familiar to his eyes). But it's the unusual things that people have as pets that nearly always interest him and Daenerys with her dragons is more then enough to do so on an ordinary night. But they're not just any creatures, they're dragons.

And there's not many things that bring out the little boy in James quite like them.

So with a few scraps from feeding the hippogriff ~~(who will get a name at some point I swear)~~ he approaches and sort of well stares.]

Unusual creatures you have there, are they yours? [He's not hiding the excitement he's feeling though from his eyes, even if the urge to bounce on his feet is promptly stomped down.]

[ Stares they are used too. Even among her people they receive stares of both fear and amazement. And any other time they would have bared it as if the stares did not exist, but today? Today they tense and lift their heads to stare at the man, muscles coiled in the ready to strike out if needed. They lack of connection with Daenerys still weighs heavily on both them and the young girl in question. ]

They are. [ It doesn't surprise her to see a childish excitement in his eyes, fear and awe are typical reactions to her children. ]

[yeah, she's seeing those dragons and ... wow]

... Wow. So you're the one with the dragons.

[ She looks up and levels the girl with a pleasant smile. ]

Yes I am.

We talked a little while ago ... [she'll nod her head in greeting] I'm Ino.

Ino. [ Her smile grows, recognition coloring her features. ] It is lovely to meet you in person.

You, too. [she'll smile back! gosh, this girl is really pretty ...] What do you think of the expedition so far?

I am not entirely sure, but it is a pleasant change. [ Her smile turns fond. ] My people are travelers, they never stay in one place for very long. It feels good to be on the move again.

Travelers? I guess you must not be too happy to usually be stuck at the castle, huh?

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[As Zelos is walking back to camp after his time alone that kept being bothered by people, he'll notice Dany. While most people give pause at the dragons, he instead notices something else]

...You really don't know how to cook, do you?

[ That causes her to pause with surprise and embarrassment. Zelos why... everyone else just ignores that and pays attention to her dragons. ]

My skill is poor, I will admit.

[He's sorry, dragons are like pigeons in his world he'd be crazy to ooo and awe over them too much]

Didn't have to do it much before, I take it?

[ But Zelos, aren't you already crazy? ]

Yes, my handmaidens were the ones who prepared my meals.

[he prefers the term eccentric thank you very much]

Heh, that explains it!

But I get it, it was only in the last couple years I even attempted to cook.

[ She dips her head momentarily, trying to hide her embarrassment. Gosh. ]

Did you start out burning your meat? [ Please tell her she's not a complete failure. ]