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(She isn't looking her best. A few dragon hatchlings wander around her feet, but she can only give them a weak smile.)

My brother...isn't here any longer. (Some of his armor is beside her, cracked from the blow that had taken his life. She runs her fingers over the breaks, closing her eyes.) My classes will be postponed until next week.

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(The babies cling to her shoulder and her arms, staring at the big dragon. Daenerys smiles gently.)

My brother found them. I'll care for them in his stead.

(She slips onto his back with relative ease.)

I miss him and I hate that he is returning to his death. But nothing can be done.

I see... That is about all you can do.

[Once she's comfortable on his back, Qubine picks himself up and takes flight. The flight is short, since the subarchway is also located in Fayren. Upon landing, Qubine steps through the gate, where they'll find a lush, green forest that seems to be teeming with life. The dragons aren't visible yet, but Qubine lowers himself again to let Daenerys dismount.]

Here we are...

(If an opportunity arises for her to do more, she will take it. The hatchlings enjoy the flight nonetheless, stretching out their wings to mimic him. Daenerys laughs and kisses the tops of their heads. Upon landing, she slides off and lays a hand briefly on Qubine's head.)

Thank you. Will you be joining us?

Of course. The clan may get suspicious if I don't.

[His presence would let them know that he invited her into their territory. Qubine begins to lead the way, moving deeper into the jungle, ducking under and pushing through large leaves that protruded from the trees. Soon, the first dragon comes out. The first dragon that Qubine always expects to greet him when he returns home. This dragon has a long, snake-like body, and her scales are blue with dark freckles. She wears dark silks that glitter like the night sky, and one diamond pendant around her lower neck. She approaches Qubine, embracing him tenderly, nuzzling her head against his.]

This is Shayla...my mate.

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Understandable.

(She follows him and upon seeing Shayla, she gives her a bow, inclining her head - but not so much as to risk dislodging her little dragons.)

The pleasure is mine, Lady Shayla. I am Daenerys Targaryen, rightful Queen of Westeros and Mother of Dragons.

[Shayla glances down at the human curiously.]

"Mother of Dragons?"

[She catches a glance of the hatchlings in Dany's arm and gushes.]

Oh, I see. How adorable! Usha would be pleased...

[She lowers herself to the ground, crawling slowly towards Daenerys, trying to get a closer look at the hatchlings. Qubine simply watches with his own remark:]

Usha would be beyond ecstatic.

I am known by that title and many others in my world. I...had three sons; all of them dragons.

But now I am caring for this pair.

(She is happy to lower the hatchlings and they, sensing Shayla's good nature, scamper towards her, making soft chirrups in their throats. One of them is a dark boy with red accents - Rhaegar had been fond of him - and the other has a purple sheen to her scales.)

Who is Usha?

[Shayla reaches out towards the hatchlings with one of her claws, her eyes glistening. It looks like she could cry happy tears.]

They remind me of our own sons. They...

[Qubine shakes his head, knowing where this topic was going.]

Don't worry, she knows about our sons.

Usha is the matriarch of the Filia Clan...the clan I was part of until I raised my own. She loves to make dragons beautiful, and she loves to seek out mates for the clan. In fact, it was Usha that brought Shayla here, and brought us together...

[Shayla adds,] And we've never regretted it.

(The pair nuzzles her claws, sniffing them like friendly pups. They have never known danger - the Targaryen siblings have raised them with love.)

I'm so sorry for your loss.

(That pain...she knows. As Qubine is aware.)

She sounds like a wonderful mother. (Daenerys kneels down and rests her hands in her lap.)

I was married once too. (The only time she regretted that marriage was at the beginning.) I miss him, but I don't regret loving him.

[Shayla lets them sniff her claws for a moment before rising again.]

These hatchlings...what breed are they? Are they Nocturnes?

[She then tilts her head curiously.] Married?

[Qubine explains:] It's a human custom. When they find their mate, they exchange vows of love. We don't have that same custom, but if we did...

[Qubine and Shayla would indeed be married.]

(The boy hatchling continues to explore, moving to Qubine and blinking up at him. The girl turns around and climbs into Daenerys's lap, curling up with her tail by her nose.)

I'm not sure. There is only one kind of dragon in Westeros, but these hatchlings do look a bit different.

(Not that it matters. She strokes over the girl's pretty scales.)

Yes, he was my mate and though he was chosen for me by my brother, I came to love him dearly.

...Those hatchlings were birthed by Fayren's native dragons, were they not? I haven't seen any different breeds there either.

[Qubine glances down at the boy hatchling, letting him explore as he pleases.]

My breed is known as the Mirror breed. Liora is of the Fae breed, and Shayla is of the Spiral breed.

[Shayla nods and then steps back for a moment. She leaps into the air and then dives towards them in a graceful spiraling circle motion, landing in front of them.]

They were, but circumstances were unfavorable for them. My brother and I have a special connection with the dragons of our world and we thought we could awaken this pair.

(The boy has a fiery hiccup and Daenerys laughs at the tiny flame.)

Beautiful. (She murmurs, awed at Shayla's mesmerizing motions.) You are like a work of art, Lady Shayla.

Awaken, hmm?

[He briefly wonders if Liora needs some sort of "awakening." Could that be why she's having such trouble with her Light powers? Then Qubine suppresses a chuckle at the hatchling's little hiccup.]

Cute...

A work of art...?

[Shayla pauses, seemingly stunned.]

No one's ever thought of me like that before...

[Qubine reassures her.] She simply means you're beautiful. You know how I tell you...

[Shayla nuzzles against him again.] I know...

Yes. My sons were thought to be dead and their eggs turned to stone. But they hatched for me and grew into healthy dragons.

(She reaches out and gently pats the little boy's back, careful not to dislodge the girl sleeping in her lap.)

You are beautiful. Both of you are and I am doing what I can to educate the populace on the importance of dragons. So many think of you as monsters; they only look upon you with fear.

[Now it's Qubine's turn to be stunned at the compliment. Shayla looks amused at his reaction.]

I've certainly never been described as "beautiful" before...

[Her mission to educate the populace about dragons is admirable, but also heartbreaking. If only the Beastclans would listen.]

They have good reason to fear us. At least the populace in Genessia is willing to learn, for the most part. The Beastclans' are beyond learning, however...

But you are, my lord. Your beauty is fierce and it encourages your allies and enemies to not take you lightly.

(Dragon-slayers are everywhere; some think it a brave venture. Daenerys wants them to know better.)

They fear what they don't know. It's pure laziness.

...I suppose it is in some ways. But if dragons torched your home, would you still revere them?

[Shayla looks away sadly.]

Yes, I would. (Things can be replaced.) I would seek to learn why they did it, of course.

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