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(After seeing Viserys - or a ghoul pretending to be Viserys - Daenerys is not expecting to see her other brother. Then again, she is never expecting to see him.

The view from her end is shaky, showing sky at first, then ground, and only after she has gathered herself will he see...)

(Her. She is pale, but steady, and her voice is soft. Please don't be like him.)

I have.

[In kind, at first he just stares back at her, dawning recognition in his eyes.]

[He's intelligent enough to follow instructions in making this a more private conversation.

The brooding fades to a shy hint of delighted smile.]

Who are you to me? I do not think I need introduce myself, though I gladly will if you wish.

[Even more important a question than where the dragons are!]

(She is struck by how handsome he is and the kindness she (hopes) she spies in his eyes. Her poor eldest brother. Rhaegar. The last dragon - aside from herself.

Out of respect, she inclines her head.)

I am...Daenerys. We never met, though I know your face, brother.

[His sudden joy is impossible to miss, even if it is somewhat brief. He has a sister!]

Then we should rectify that sad fact. Where are you, my sister?

(She knows better than to hope. She knows better than to feel at ease with family. Or she should.

Yet she can't deny him a meeting.)

I will come to you. I have been here longer.

Have you traveled far from where you arrived?

[Their family is...complicated. He won't begrudge her wariness- she doesn't know him yet, nor he her.]

No. I am by the entrance to...Nova City, though still within the Bay.

[He's been reading all the pamphlets.]

I will be as swift as possible. (She knows how to find transportation, though the vehicles are disconcerting. The journey gives her some time to think and calm her racing heart.

Rhaegar never acted like Viserys. He never showed those signs of madness.

She remembers him seeming...sad. Kind and sad - like he knew he was denied the life he deserved.

The time passes quicker than she initially imagined possible and she is at the entrance to Nova City. There is a fresh cut on her cheek - thanks to the ghoul - but otherwise she looks healthy.)

...Rhaegar?

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[Rhaegar only nods, though by the movement on his side of things, is taking a seat to wait for her.

In the time he waits, he cleans himself up as best he can. Most of the blood is rinsed off, though the damage to the armor is still painfully obvious to what he's just been through prior to 'sleeping'. He's not foolish enough to believe he'd actually survived that last blow from Baratheon.

He stands when he spies her, and takes a step towards her before stopping. Letting her decide how close she wants to be, as much as he'd love nothing more than to scoop her up in a hug.

But she doesn't know him yet, and he doesn't know what she's been through.

...Then he notices the fresh cut, and his violet eyes narrow as he disregards any reservation she might have to him stepping close. He moves slowly to very gently touch her cheek just below the cut.]

Who hurt you?

(There is something about him that reminds her starkly and painfully of Khal Drogo. They are both strong, protective and undeniably good men. A cut on her cheek would have only bothered Viserys on one level: he wouldn't want her beauty marred in case a scar interfered with any match he had for her in the future. He wouldn't have cared if it hurt or if she had been frightened when it was made.

Rhaegar cares. She can see that plainly in his violet eyes and she finds herself giving him a trembling smile.)

It doesn't matter. (She covers his hand with her own.) Are you alright? Your armor...

(Her expression falls and she touches the damage.)

Viserys told me what happened.

[He tries to be. The frown doesn't budge even with her assurance and he shakes his head a little. He cups her cheek, still mindful of the cut- minor as it is.]

It matters to me.

[He desperately wants to protect her already, just knowing she is his sister is enough.

...There is irony in his quick little smile.]

That doesn't matter here. I am here now, just as you are. Armor can be mended.

(The last dragon is noble and kind. Jorah had hinted that his nature had been the reason he had perished, but Daenerys doesn't see it that way. Rhaegar should have ruled Westeros and, since he can't, she will do her best in his stead.

She leans against his hands, closing her eyes for a moment.)

Your wounds matter to me. (She opens her eyes in time to see his smile, warmed by it like she is standing in the sunshine.)

We've both seen battle; I will tell you all you wish to know, but until then...

Will you come with me? My home is comfortable.

[Jorah is a friend. Maybe that makes Rhaegar odd, in terms of rulers, in that he has people he cares for as friends. He doesn't care. Let him be different.

Her reaction encourages him to finally wrap her up in a gentle hug, not tight enough to confine her if she wishes to escape. No dragon should be caged.]

If that is what you want, I will gladly come with you.

[It's certainly what he wants!]

(Jorah is a dear friend to her too and she takes his word seriously, but on this, she wants to be more like her brother; not less.

The embrace is exactly what she needs; she holds him, armor and all, sending a clear message. You can always hug me.)

You are welcome in my home, brother. I have so much to tell you about dragons. (She guides him to a car, showing him how to enter it.) We won’t be in this cart long, I promise.

[He gets the message loud and clear and tightens his hold on her to tell her the same thing. She can always come to him. Always.]

I look forward to hearing all you have to say.

[He gives the car a dubious look but follows her instructions in how to get inside. It brought her to him safe enough, so he'll trust it until proven otherwise.]

Viserys and I lived in the East, moving from house to house to stay ahead of the usurper’s hired murderers. He had to sacrifice everything - including Mother’s crown - to keep us safe. (She sits beside him in the car and gives the driver directions to her Fayren home.) He was everything to me back then, however the strain of running and begging wore on him over time. He drank too much and he was abusive. After he married me in exchange for an army, he seemed to stop caring about being reasonable at all. My husband grew weary of him hitting and yelling at me and he...

He killed him. I didn’t stop it. I thought if Viserys was a dragon he would have survived the molten gold. But he burned. I wouldn’t have.

[And Rhaegar listens, thinking and watching (mostly her, but bits of the scenery cause momentary distractions). He doesn't lash out, saying she had to be lying. Viserys had been a sweet child, but...

Father had once been kinder, too. The whole kingdoms know how that turned out.

So he reaches for his sister's hand to give it a supportive squeeze.]

I would not have burned either. [One thing Robert had tried, actually. And failed, not that it had stopped him.]

Did you come to care for your husband? [He doesn't allow jealousy to rule his tone. It sounds like maybe she had? Or at the very least, the man had become protective enough of her to retaliate against the abuse.]

(He is like her! Daenerys’s breath catches and she squeezes his hand too, the action feeling remarkably normal. It’s easy to speak to him and she gazes at him calmly to enforce that she isn’t lying to him.)

No bath has been hot enough for me and I have walked through flames twice. Once for my husband’s pyre and once to silence crude, arrogant men who thought to own me in his absence.

(Her expression softens at the question, but the affection is old and laced with sorrow.)

Yes. We were in love and I carried his son for a time. Rhaego and Khal Drogo were taken from me by a witch. I tied her to his pyre when his body burned.

[He has no reason to not believe her. Dragons are terribly honest! He squeezes her hand again, smiling in understanding- though as often is the case, the smile is small and fleeting. But no less sincere.]

I have always found boiling water to be the most soothing, if a bit cool.

[But hearing her trials has him frown again, and he tugs on her hand to invite her to lean against him.]

Can you forgive me? Everything you have lost is because of my failure.

(Each smile is a treasure that she doesn't want to forget. Will she remember this? Him? Daenerys entwines their fingers, nodding in agreement to his assessment on boiling water.)

Who did we inherit it from? This ability?

(The tug meets no resistance and she leans against his shoulder, smiling secretly.)

There is nothing to forgive. You fought valiantly, brother, and something wonderful came of it all. I was given three dragon eggs for a wedding present. I placed those eggs in Khal Drogo's pyre and...

They hatched. The hatchlings clung to me until all else was ash and then we rose to greet the dawn together.

[There are precious few who receive his bright smiles, but family tends to be on that list.

He knows his armor isn't that comfortable to lean against, but he wants to keep her close. And she doesn't seem to mind, so...]

I wish I knew. Others of our family are only resistant to high heat, but not to fire as we are.

[The fact she doesn't blame him is a balm and he presses a kiss to the top of her head before pulling back, hearing of her dragons.]

A mighty gift indeed, and quite appropriate! Would you tell me more of them?

(She can bear with his armor because he is wearing it. His hand is warm, at least, and she has no intention of releasing it as they speed towards her home.)

Not even Father?

(It's hard not to think about Aerys; she blames him far more than Rhaegar. The kiss makes her smile and she looks up at him.)

They are three males: the largest is black and red and I've named him Drogon for the husband I lost, Khal Drogo. One of his brothers is green and bronze and I named him Rhaegal...for you.

(She flushes.)

And the last is my white dragon. I named him Viserion for Viserys.

(Her poor boy. Daenerys can't hide her sadness.)

They followed me as I traveled the East, protecting me and growing.

[Looking for dragons, Rhaegar? Look no further, for here is a dragon.]

…What is your interest in dragons?

[Consider his attention caught! Although he's never heard of dragons being able to speak...

It doesn't matter. His tone holds a note of respect.]

Curiosity. I have always wanted to see more than the skull of a dragon. My family once befriended them- we were allowed the honor of riding on their backs. It is also known that we share blood.

[Qubine regards the new arrival, tilting his head, his four light blue eyes seemingly white through the holes of his mask.]

I see. I wouldn't imagine dragons would allow just anyone to ride them. I'm still getting used to carrying humans on my back myself...

[He raises his two right eyes.]

Sharing blood with dragons? How does that happen?

[He won't mention the spells used in old days then.]

No, not just anyone. Sadly, they have all but died out on my world, despite my family's efforts.

They could be stories, I suppose. A legend passed down to explain why and how we are the way we are. The older records aren't as well preserved as I would like.

If you really "share blood" with dragons, then I doubt they were just stories. In my world, it's just the opposite. There are billions of us, so the likelihood of us dying out is slim. Unless any of the deities choose to wipe us out, that is...

[The idea of billions of dragons being in one world has him rather awed all over again.]

Are humans rare on your world?

Humans don't exist in my world. My arrival here in Genessia was the first time I had encountered humans.

[So in a way, he finds humans equally fascinating, although some things about them puzzle him.]

[Humans are weird!]

That must have been quite a shock. You seem to be adapting well.

I have been here for a good while. Just over two years, in fact. So I've had time to adjust, as difficult as it is sometimes...

So long? [That has him rather concerned, though less for himself than others.]

For the most part, has this world treated you well?

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For the most part, yes. At least another dragon of my clan had opened a subarchway before my arrival, so I can go there if I get homesick...

I am glad to hear you have been fortunate in that respect.

You can visit our subarchway in Fayren, where you can see the doppelgangers of my clan. Or there are dragons native to Fayren itself, although I have very little involvement with them.

[His smile is quick and delighted, despite being brief.]

Thank you for your invitation.

[He wouldn't have presumed to go without one, much as he wants to see dragons. Even being blood of dragons in his world.]

My name is Rhaegar.

[He gives a solemn nod.]

I'm Qubine, leader of the Kalma Clan in Sornieth.

[The mention of dragons is what her attention, as well as his likeness to a woman she befriended some time back. The image on screen is that of a young girl, there was no hiding the large, yellow dragon wings protruding from her back. And despite her friends, the manakete was still painfully shy around humans, so it took her awhile to finally utter a word.]

U-umm...

[Progress!]

...Are you looking for a dragon?

[Which is precisely his intent! He's not one to complain about being stolen from home- only partially because he should be dead.

Her appearance has him curious, and her apparent age earns her a gentle hint of a smile and of encouragement. He understands being shy.]

Either a dragon itself, or those who know the truth of them, yes. Your wings are beautiful.

[The compliment on her wings does help encourage her to respond just a little bit faster than before.]

...You think so? [A pause while she bats her wings slightly.] ...Thank you. Daenerys said the same thing... ...You look a lot like her. Are you her brother?

I would not lie about such a thing.

[He's not surprised his sister is known, but there's still a clear sense of awe at the fact he even has a sister and it translates to his smile as it warms.]

I am her eldest brother, Rhaegar.

[A small smile escapes the confines of her timidity, but it just as quickly fades. Though her excitement can be seen by her gently wringing hands. It's fine to reveal what she is, right? If Daenerys has dragon blood, then she can trust Rhaegar, right?]

I met her before. Daenerys... She's really nice. Oh... And my name is Myrrh. I'm a manakete. I... I can change into a dragon.

[She's not the only one who's smiles are rare and brief.

The revelation of what this shy child can do has him somewhat awed, and he lets it show.]

You have a mighty power, Myrrh. I am glad to know you.

[And glad to hear his dear sister has been kind to this shape-shifter.]

[Gellert is stretched out over the arms of a chair, a few stray curls falling into his eyes.]

I have. Here and back home.

They are highly magical creatures. Are you looking to make a potion?

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[~~So elegant, Gellert~~.

Rhaegar quirks a brow slightly, studying the other.]

More to study them, alive ideally. There are some here?

[~~Who needs proper posture? He's too good for it.~~]

There are more than some. I wouldn't mind seeing them in the wild again.

The mention of dragons and someone wearing armour - though not from anywhere Robin's familiar with, gets her interested. She's calling in from Fayren, with what appears to be a smouldering log in the background. Practice is important, after all...

"Dragons, you say? Well, I've met a few of them, good and ill. There's even a few of them hanging around this world, right now. What makes you so curious?"

Considering she has a bit of a checkered history with a certain avatar of destruction, maybe this person asking about dragons might be a bad sort. But it helps to ask further.

"What is and isn't a 'dragon' varies widely depending on who you ask, as well. Where I'm from, some dragons are like Gods. Some are less so."

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