Who: Daenerys, Drogon & Dameron When: Saturday afternoon Where: Near the playground What: Feeding a Dragon, contemplating the meaning of power Rating: PG
Daenerys had learned that bat-sized version of Drogon was very smitten with cocktail shrimp. It had been a bit of a game, trying to sort out which foods in the cafeteria, the cafe and the commissary that her small fire-breather would eat. Traditionally the dragon had never put up much of a fuss but being trapped indoors all of the time had made the small creature moody which meant he both refused food and nipped impatiently at fingers to show that he was hungry.
For the past week or so, the communication network that she'd finally gotten used to was torn up with conversations about the nature of power and a person's right to it. It was a conversation that Daenerys wanted very little part in. For her, power didn't mean tricks, or humans who happened to possess witchlike abilities, for her power was a position. It was the right to rule -- which she had -- and the way one ruled. The only people here with any amount of actual power, then, were the scientists. And if she had to look among the specimens, it was Sharon Carter. It was Diana Prince. They had the power to influence the Council and Courts any way that they pleased. They could choke amendments they didn't like, and rush through those they did. that was the only power that mattered in a place where the will of their captors could change everything else.
Novi Grad had taught no one anything, it seemed to her. Everyone was quibbling over the identity that they'd wrapped around the ability to bend metal or grow fur after they already knew that whatever they were outside of these walls, it didn't matter here. At home, she was a Queen, and all the might and fire of a thousand armies beat in Drogon's heart. Here, she sat in an orange dress while a small lizard on her knee coughed up flecks of a shrimp's tail. They had all been diminished in so many ways, that the battles they chose needed to matter to them all -- it needed to unite them all or they were only wasting time.