01 | If I Look Back I'm Lost

[thebrideoffire]

WHO: Daenerys Targaryen thebrideoffire
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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Comments

[thebrideoffire]

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."

[theladyofwinterfell]

"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."