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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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[ 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.

[ The look she pins on each dragon is curious, wary, but mostly just as suspicious as they're probably thinking. Even as young as they are, she's wondering what their skills are, what price they would fetch if a market even mattered here, and how best to subdue them.

But these thoughts are mostly flights of fancy, knowing that making an enemy of them and this woman wouldn't benefit her right now. If anything, she needs to secure some sort of buffers between her and Alleyne. If she can't make use of selling or re-training the young dragons, befriending them is the next best thing.

So her smile is friendly, as friendly as someone like her can offer, anyhow, and she holds a hand under the serpent. ]

This is Kenta. I'm Echidna.

[ It is Drogon how finally makes a noise, a low hiss, a sort of warning that follows the display of sharp teeth. Young they may be, but they are no less dangerous.

Even without the bond they usually share Daenerys can feel her child's uneasiness and suspicion, part of her thinks he is simply being over protective but another disagrees. You know where blind trust leads, it whispers sounding suspiciously like Ser Jorah, you must remain vigilant, Princess.

She smiles pleasantly in return, lifting her chin. ]

Well met, Echidna. My name is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, first of her name, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, and the Rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men.

If it pleases you, I prefer to be address as khaleesi.

[ She tries not to look bored at the extended introduction. Titles are one thing, but come on. Oh, but it is interesting that she's a queen. Or...rightful, however dodgy that addendum is. ]

Khaleesi it is.

It's not often you see a queen traveling. Does this journey mean a way home to you?

[ And she is only going to get more in the future. Haha...haha. ]

No, I am not so blinded by hope to believe this journey will end in my return to my people.

And your people... Are they humans or dragons?

[ She laughs, shaking her head. Certainly amused by the question. ]

They are humans.

You ask because I refer to my dragons as my children, they are as much though I am human myself. [ Or perhaps she is a dragon. She who is the blood of the dragon. ] But it was I who gave them life and it was my milk they drank when they hatched from eggs once believed to be turned to stone by time.