only dream i ever have... is the surface of the sun? WHO: Daenarys Targaryen & Stiles Stilinski WHERE: Outside the library. WHEN: After Stiles drops off the book of Monsters. WHAT: Daenarys gets a lesson on the modern world, and Stiles gets a lesson on dragons. WARNINGS: TBD.
The meeting was set and Daenarys was anxious to meet this person; This Stiles Stilinski who seemed to know a great of facts about almost everything. He reminded her of Jorah - her faithful right hand and it was that memory of such a loyal person that drew her out of her room and towards the library. She stopped at the front desk, where a tall skeleton looking man stared back at her. Violet eyes looked up at the man as she politely requested a map of the town. He nodded very slowly and pulled a piece of paper out from a drawer and handed it to her. Glancing over the map of Marrowood, she nodded and moved away from the desk. Golden sandals stepped out into the open air as she studied the map and tried to remember which building was the library. Typically, this was left to map readers and cartographers, but Dany was lacking any of traveling party and was stuck trying to remember how to do things for herself.
Eyes looked up to the sky for any sign of her dragons as she stood on the path. She sighed heavily when she found the sky empty of her children. Swallowing back tears that were threatening to fall at the thought of where her children might be, Daenarys pulled herself together. This was no time to break down and be weak. She's been through this so many times, finding herself in unknown locations, attempting to find some sort of normality. When it came to the Targaryen's, though, nothing was normal. With a legacy like theirs, Daenarys was lucky enough to breathe without someone watching her closely. In Marrowood, she was free from all the eyes, but she knew she had to get back to her own world and her own time - fate designed that in her blood, and she couldn't forget her namesake. It was written in blood and fire.
Following the map, she stopped at the building she assumed was the library. Daenarys wasn't quite sure what she expect from this meeting, nor who she was meeting exactly. Her worn out sword remained hidden in her room, but she kept the whip on her hip. Silvery platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back and caught the sun - or what was assumed to be the sun. In Marrowood everything was so dim and dusky that even the slight brilliance of Dany's hair and golden skirt dimmed slightly. She looked like something out of a classical fairy tale, or maybe something from an exotic land. It caught the attention of a few of the townspeople - Dany so rarely left her room in the hotel that every time she went out, she saw different faces.
Their blank stares made her uncomfortable, and she found herself backing away from the townspeople as they went on with their business. She stopped when her back finally rested against the sturdy frame of a tree. It was there, under the shade and in the shadows of the tree that she waited for Stiles to emerge from the library. She was in plain view, directly across the path from the library, she just wanted to get out of people's ways as they went about the town.