[ Having spent the better part of these first few days exploring and getting her bearings, Daenerys finds herself back in the main courtyard, studying the variety of hot drinks laid out at a stall. This place is strange, but then, she's all too familiar to finding herself in foreign lands. Sometimes she wonders if she'll always be like this — traveling, searching, lost.
It's a thought Daenerys is quick to sweep aside, instead focusing her attention on trying to make sense of these cold weather customs. She's sniffing something called "hot chocolate" when she hears her name, and when she turns, she's already smiling, a warmer, more open expression reserved for close companions. He might not be her brother in one world, but she considers him one here. ]
Viktor. [ The mask he wears earns a surprised, but approving glance. ] You look very impressive. Are you warm enough in there? [ She carefully balances the cup in one hand, reaching out with her free one to touch his arm. It's the surest sign of her approval — Daenerys casually touches everyone she's close to. ]
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It's a thought Daenerys is quick to sweep aside, instead focusing her attention on trying to make sense of these cold weather customs. She's sniffing something called "hot chocolate" when she hears her name, and when she turns, she's already smiling, a warmer, more open expression reserved for close companions. He might not be her brother in one world, but she considers him one here. ]
Viktor. [ The mask he wears earns a surprised, but approving glance. ] You look very impressive. Are you warm enough in there? [ She carefully balances the cup in one hand, reaching out with her free one to touch his arm. It's the surest sign of her approval — Daenerys casually touches everyone she's close to. ]