[it's hard to tell how long helaena lies there on the sand, staring at the sky. she sits up, picks up a glass eye, and laughs, dropping it.]
I'm out of the dance.
[she turns around. there is a massivepurple and bluedragon resting on the beach. helaena beams and runs up to her somewhat haphazardly.]
Dreamfyre!
[the dragon lowers her head and helaena flings her arms around her neck, still naked.]
Dreamfyre, we're out of the dance––the song entire. We're free.
[the dragon gives a small (loud) noise of assent, and helaena disentangles herself. a passing waker nervously holds out a robe from a basket, and helaena beams at her too.]
A robe of black. Mother won't like it, but I had wanted one.
[despite this helaena resolves to never wear green or black again. she slips the robe over her head and sits on the beach with her dragon.]
ii. things are better if I stay
[helaena has managed to acquire elaborate dragonfly face paint accented with a lot of iridescent glitter. she has been given a slightly worn blue and purple dress and a pair of narrow wings. they contrast somewhat with the beat-up secondhand boots she was given, but it doesn't appear to bother her. she twirls.]
I'm the princess of dragonflies!
[and doubles over laughing as if this is some kind of hilarious joke.]
iii. what's the worst thing I can say
[helaena is sitting, still in her blue and purple dress, among the demonic wasp creatures. one has landed on her hand and she examines it. a zealot screams in the background.
her omen has manifested as a foot-long dragonfly in the same colors as her dragon dreamfyre. it hovers near her shoulder.
if you approach, helaena will not stop examining the wasp.]
Is it a true face, or a false one?
[this question appears to be addressed to no one in particular, except perhaps the wasp.
"The fish on their hooks spill rivers of blood," says her omen in the voice of a little girl.]
iv. un: helaena; voice
[it took helaena several tries to make the omni spell her name right, it is perhaps sheer luck that her username didn't end up helenaaena.
there is some rustling noises and the sound of breathing, and she does seem to be holding the omni too close to her mouth.]
Where might I find a dragonpit? Dreamfyre is cold.
helaena targaryen | house of the dragon/fire and blood/etc | paleblood???
[it's hard to tell how long helaena lies there on the sand, staring at the sky. she sits up, picks up a glass eye, and laughs, dropping it.]
I'm out of the dance.
[she turns around. there is a massive purple and blue dragon resting on the beach. helaena beams and runs up to her somewhat haphazardly.]
Dreamfyre!
[the dragon lowers her head and helaena flings her arms around her neck, still naked.]
Dreamfyre, we're out of the dance––the song entire. We're free.
[the dragon gives a small (loud) noise of assent, and helaena disentangles herself. a passing waker nervously holds out a robe from a basket, and helaena beams at her too.]
A robe of black. Mother won't like it, but I had wanted one.
[despite this helaena resolves to never wear green or black again. she slips the robe over her head and sits on the beach with her dragon.]
ii. things are better if I stay
[helaena has managed to acquire elaborate dragonfly face paint accented with a lot of iridescent glitter. she has been given a slightly worn blue and purple dress and a pair of narrow wings. they contrast somewhat with the beat-up secondhand boots she was given, but it doesn't appear to bother her. she twirls.]
I'm the princess of dragonflies!
[and doubles over laughing as if this is some kind of hilarious joke.]
iii. what's the worst thing I can say
[helaena is sitting, still in her blue and purple dress, among the demonic wasp creatures. one has landed on her hand and she examines it. a zealot screams in the background.
her omen has manifested as a foot-long dragonfly in the same colors as her dragon dreamfyre. it hovers near her shoulder.
if you approach, helaena will not stop examining the wasp.]
Is it a true face, or a false one?
[this question appears to be addressed to no one in particular, except perhaps the wasp.
"The fish on their hooks spill rivers of blood," says her omen in the voice of a little girl.]
iv. un: helaena; voice
[it took helaena several tries to make the omni spell her name right, it is perhaps sheer luck that her username didn't end up helenaaena.
there is some rustling noises and the sound of breathing, and she does seem to be holding the omni too close to her mouth.]
Where might I find a dragonpit? Dreamfyre is cold.
[a somewhat overlong pause.]
Thank you. My name is Helaena Targaryen.