Who: Daenerys and The Kingslayer (aka Jaime Lannister) What: Dealing with the aftereffects of the Carnival. When: This afternoon after Maleficent's storm began raging Where: Starting in the complex, then moving into the city Warnings: TBA
A walk in the city had turned into her being sucked into the Carnival, which had not been her intention. Upon seeing the flier for it, she'd been curious. While she did know how to use a computer, she had not yet gotten into the rhythm of using it regularly, so she had missed the warnings about the Carnival. Daenerys was still naive enough that she went to the Carnival completely unsuspecting of its true nature. It hadn't taken much for her to get trapped within it. She had plenty of fears to be preyed upon. There was plenty of things to be tapped into within her.
While she had not inherited her family's trademark insanity, she had inherited her father's cruelty. Despite the fact she was generally a well-mannered young woman and maintained a politeness with those she encountered as much as she could, she had a darker side, a side that could be innately cruel to those she viewed as having wronged her. She'd done nothing to stop Viserys from being killed, and he'd been her brother. She'd sealed Doreah within an empty vault for her betrayal. She'd ordered her dragons to burn Pyat for having taken them and tried to lock her within the House of the Undying. It was that coldness and cruelness that Dark's carnival had brought out of her, and it was difficult for her to push it all away.
It was easy for her to keep her heart hardened here. Jorah wasn't here. The remaining Dothraki weren't here. She had nothing to truly ground her, or so she believed. She was content to keeping to herself, and she needed a way to return to her world so she could reclaim the Iron Throne. Of course, she was conflicted, not liking the fact she had that darkness pulled out of her in such a way, but she couldn't change what had happened. And without the potential for someone to help her push the darkness back, she was content, for the time being, to stay within it. To let her heart harden just that much more. She may have only been sixteen years old, but she'd all ready been through experiences that made her seem far older than she actually was. The way she carried herself, the way she interacted with others. It all pointed to someone older.
Daenerys wasn't entirely certain when the storm had begun, but she eventually became aware of the thunder. She'd been busy feeding her dragons and tending to them. The three of them had settled upon her return. Their presence was comforting to the Mother of Dragons, and perhaps with some time, they would help her unwind from Dark's influence. Or they could help solidify it. Though Daenerys could not deny the edge and hardness she currently had was something she needed in order to take back her rightful throne. To wage war, one needed that hardness of heart and steel will. While her will had become steel before stepping into the carnival, she was one who did not possess a hardened heart, though little by little, it was becoming harder through experience.
A loud clap of thunder rolled overhead, and Daenerys stood up and moved to the window, gazing out at what she could see of the city. It was a sight to behold, truthfully. She had not seen a storm quite like this. Though she did think it was akin to the storm that had raged when she had been born. Daenerys the Stormborn had been one of her names since her birth. Though the thorn bushes were interesting. Clearly something else was happening to the city in regards to the thorn bushes.
Turning from her window, she looked to her dragons, which were all looking at her curiously. "I will return shortly. Behave while I am gone." She had learned early on to not take her dragons outside in the city. Heading for the door, Daenerys made her way out of the complex. Once outside, she glanced up at the angry sky streaked with lightning. Maintain an air of ice as she walked, she turned a corner and saw something had caught fire. Instantly drawn to the fire, Daenerys walked over to it and looked at it with fascination. Reaching out, she touched the fire, letting her hand sit within the flame for several moments. While normal people would yelp in pain and draw their hand back, Daenerys didn't even blink. Pulling her hand back, it was completely unaffected by the fire. Glancing around, she wondered what sorcery was responsible for this new turn of events.
But one thing was certain. Daenerys felt as though she were in her element currently. The atmosphere only fueled the effects from Dark's carnival to maintain hold over her.