[ She's not used to the wet. The hot, dry air? Oh yes. Blistering heat which darkens the skin and chaps the lips. This sort of wetness leaves her chilled to the bone far more than the winds by the cliffs at Dragonstone. ]
Mn, so they'll fight. And some will die for their cause, while others live, but they will have something worth fighting for. Something to distract them from the suffering war will cause. [ It has to be enough.
She shakes her head at his question, and steps closer to him, slipping her arm through his. It might seem like a lady merely holding on for balance, but it's far more nuanced than that: warmth, privacy (as much as they can achieve in this place), and also the touch of something--someone--familiar. ] I don't know what to make of him, truthfully. The stances between this king and queen sounds similar enough to our own world, in some ways.
She reminds me of a maddened queen, from the whispers I have heard. [ After a thoughtful silence, she adds: ] My tent's not far, though it's hardly and dryer.
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Mn, so they'll fight. And some will die for their cause, while others live, but they will have something worth fighting for. Something to distract them from the suffering war will cause. [ It has to be enough.
She shakes her head at his question, and steps closer to him, slipping her arm through his. It might seem like a lady merely holding on for balance, but it's far more nuanced than that: warmth, privacy (as much as they can achieve in this place), and also the touch of something--someone--familiar. ] I don't know what to make of him, truthfully. The stances between this king and queen sounds similar enough to our own world, in some ways.
She reminds me of a maddened queen, from the whispers I have heard. [ After a thoughtful silence, she adds: ] My tent's not far, though it's hardly and dryer.