revivalproject | 01 | If I Look Back I'm Lost

WHO: Daenerys Targaryen

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WHERE: Waiting room, Calibrations room
WHAT: Calibration Event/Arrival
WHEN: Backdated to 6/27 to 6/30

Waiting Room

There had been several days of moping, drifting between frustration, anger and heartache. Waking up in a different place, a different world was less strange the second time around, but everything she left behind in the city lingered in her mind. This was...far different than the Tower of Pride in the heart of the City. True, there were no demons and no threat of being infected by them. The downside was that she was once again surrounded by things that she didn't recognize or understand as well as others might. (That gel alone looked nauseating).

The waiting room was at least slightly large and allowed her room to roam, even if it wasn't far. There wasn't the sea, there wasn't vastly different districts to visit, there was just this common room where others frequented...and she gravitated to with little choice. There was at least her dragon egg, not the three that she had been granted in the City, but one. Drogon was still with her, encased in his black and red shell, still seemingly stone, but a familiar heat pulsating from within.

When she claimed a space in the waiting room, the egg went with her, placed next to her side. There had to be a way to hatch him...and even if there wasn't, this would at least occupy her until they finally were released from whatever this place was.

Calibrations Room

This isn't the room you'd expect for a woman with her long titles and claim to the crown. But it's a simple courtyard with a lemon tree that sways against the heated breeze. There's sand beneath your feet, white and beautiful and rough against your skin. There is a stone archway that leads to steps and a large red door where kittens are curled before it. If you try and open the door though, it will not budge. Eventually, it will slip back and draw away, seemingly farther and farther each time you look back at it.

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"There never has," Sansa agrees. "My brother is dead. I have lost two brothers to the Lannisters and their machinations. My other brother is...distant. I am not untouched by tragedy. I am Eddard Stark's eldest and the true heir now."

Sansa pauses and tries to figure out a way to explain Temba and this world. "There are many things magic about this place, different from Westeros. There are wonders but there are dangers too. I want to help you, Daenerys, and keep you safe. Women should stick together."

She could at least admire Sansa's determination and strength. Dany knew what it was to be a woman and the last heir of her House. It wouldn't shock her to know that Sansa likely faced a great deal of push back and doubt from the men around her. How often had she been talked down to as well?

"You must be very strong to hold your position so well." She was grateful at least that she would no longer be alone, not simply in being a woman holding her position, but also in this world.

She gave a small laugh, trying to shake the sense of irony at all of this. "You do not fear or hate me for what I am?"

"Why? For being a woman? Some would fear and hate me for it too," Sansa says. She has to keep this secret to protect Daenerys and she intends to. Sansa doesn't know if she can change a woman just by being kind to her but she's going to at least protect her from the horror of her future.

"It is different here. I will help you and you can trust me. We have to help one another as women in the world and I imagine you've never had anyone to help you. I had my family."

"I meant as a Targaryen. I am well aware of our family's history." Did she not call Eddard Stark the Usurper's dog? Things were not so simple though, not since Ser Barristan had come into her service and dispelled much of Viserys's embellishments. "I am grateful for the chance to know you."

And it was true. Anyone from home was needed, and thankfully, knowing Jon as well had helped her understand his family better. "Your family was here? Was Jon among them?" Not her Jon, or rather, the one she knew from the City.

"Oh, no, not here. I meant just in life. I grew up happy and surrounded by my family. You were exiled and hunted, from what they said at court. I couldn't...well, unfortunately I can identify with you in that sense. I was branded a traitor by the Lannisters and made their prisoner. We have a common enemy."

Sansa reaches her hand toward Daenerys. "But that enemy is not here. And we have people here that we can trust, I swear it on my honor as a Stark and on my crown."

She nodded, remembering how Viserys spoke of the various enemies they had. The stag, the wolf, the lion and so many others. He listed them off at times, as though he were presiding over their trial, speaking of their crimes. It was a jumble in her mind now, the rantings of her brother when the dragon was let loose. Ser Barristan had helped her understand Westeros better, as well as the others Houses, but he had no love for Lannister or Baratheon either.

"No, not here yet." Such was the nature of this world. Someone could be pulled in, as easily as they were pulled out. "Tomorrow, perhaps one will arrive?" Or perhaps a friend would?

"Well, you came to me. I would like to be friends, if we could," Sansa says. She has to keep her secret close to the chest; there is no way she's going to ruin Daenerys when this one seems different than the one she'd met. It's not fair.

"So perhaps we'll get someone else from one of our families. If not, we'll have one together."

That's quite a suggestion, one that touches her heart. Given the way that Jon pressed her to be his and how he made clear that he was her family, it wasn't a stretch to accept such an offer from Sansa. Had she finally given in, it would be true. They would be family through their connection to him.

"Of course." She smiled softly, running her hand over Drogon's egg. "I would like us to be family as well. I have never had that before, not until the City."

"See, there you are. It's not so difficult to become a Stark, I suppose, but I'm not upset by it," Sansa says, laughing a bit. "I just can't let you go through this place alone, whether our names are Targaryen and Stark or Blackfyre and Snow. Women must stick together as men aren't going to be kind to us, nor the world. We both know that."

It's...easier than she thought to be friends with Daenerys and perhaps it's because she's pushed the Daenerys she knew behind and is accepting this new one no matter what.

She was right and her heart longed for a friend and companion similar to Irri and Jhiqui, though on a more equal and intimate level. She trusted both women with her life and viewed them more than handmaidens, but it would never be exactly the same as this. Sansa was offering to be a sister where she had none, a sister in the sense that gave her something she was searching for. Not an exact home with a red door, but a woman with red hair.

"I have only ever been surrounded by men, save for my handmaidens. This is strange for me."

"A world of men is a lonely one for a woman," Sansa says. "And I've lived my share of it. More than my share. It's about time that there's a place in the world for women."

Sansa reaches for her hands to touch them. "We'll be friends here. I'll make it happen and I'll make sure you have anything you might need. It is my duty as a queen and a friend."

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