wellll, look who is back from the dead! yep. me. now to find my Doreah muse..
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Zorses on the plains of the Jogos Nhai
The Jogos Nhai are speculated to be the breeders of Zorses. A zorse is a striped black-and-white equine described as fierce, and presumably hard to break (x).
Rhaegar shook his head. “Not translate. Teach. Were you the one who taught my sister?” He asked outright as they walked. He had never been one to beat around the bush, or leave people guessing at what he wanted. “When I was a boy, a maester taught me many different tongues, expecting me to be able to understand the people who might have one day been my responsibility. However, dothraki was never one of them. It’s not as if any would cross to Westeros before.”
He smiled a little, a knowing smile. “I don’t think it’s respectful, in my present situation, not to learn the people’s tongue that my sister dearly loves. Is this something you could teach me as well?”
When they had first met, in a time that seemed so far away now, he had caught on to the pronunciation of his sister’s Dothraki title quickly, yet had not asked for any further words, or what he was inquiring for now. He spoke of how he’d been raised to know other languages of people in his kingdom, and she could well imagine a small boy with silver hair and amethyst eyes looking up at his teacher eagerly. That vision and his smile made her smile.
"Yes, I helped your sister learn, along with the other handmaids." She was glad he was asking her, she doubted her other two companions would be able to get passed his good looks long enough to get more than a few sentences out per day. But perhaps she was being a little harsh, they were around the same age as she without all her experience dealing with men, and Doreah still found herself having problems regarding the other sex. Rhaegar was the only one she really spoke to, aside from the occasional discussion with Jorah, who had become more withdrawn than she’d ever seen him before.
"I would be honored to teach you, Rhaegar." She added at last, pushing the other thoughts from her mind and smiled more at him. "I feel you will learn swiftly, though only time will tell."
Rhaegar tapped the map a second time, pointing once more at Asshai. “There lies all the knowledge you have ever wanted about our family, about Valyria before the Doom, and about the fate that is to come. There lies the secrets of taming dragons.” It was obvious, he thought this was the only place she must go. Never did the comet lead anywhere but East. Glancing at her Khlalasar, he just sighed, before he shot Jorah another look. “The way will not be easy. You can discuss how you feel about it with the exiled bear, though you know my part.” He had always been brusque, but he did not feel like there was more for him to say that he had not already. After a moment, he turned and began to walk away, in search of something to learn. After a moment, he turned to peer at Doreah, who was still close behind. “Doreah. You speak Dothraki rather fluently, do you not?”
Doreah listened without comment, watching her khaleesi, who nodded and rolled up the map. She wondered if dragons could be tamed, or if you had to earn their respect by showing them you were as fierce as they and had no fear. Rhaegar’s question surprised her out of her thoughts. “I… yes.” She replied as they left his sister to her business, twirling a strand of blond hair around her finger. “Do you wish me to translate for you?”
It was the only reason she could think of for him asking her that in such a sudden manner, but perhaps he merely wanted to reaffirm that she did out of curiosity. She doubted it was the latter, but she waited for an answer in the silence that followed, weaving through camp with him.
Doreah woke to a soft tap-tap sound against the tent, the laughter of children outside, and the squishing of mud under many pairs of bare feet. She jumped off her cot and peeked out the flap, gaping at the grey clouds overhead as water fell down gently, but constantly. It was rare during the hot summer for rain to come here, and the Dothraki would see this as a good sign. She stepped out, walking through the playing children and their parents, soon looking as drenched as everyone else and not caring.
Over head, the three dragons were flying high, and she could hear them roaring to the sky, zipping between droplets at speeds the human eye could barely comprehend. She continued walking, expertly swerving out of the way of scouts on horseback, feeling happy for the first time in a long while. They had all suffered so much, yet here they were, and it made her heart swell. It will not last, however. Nothing this good ever does. The worst is yet to come. The smile left her face as she reached the edge of the camp, and looked out over the shadowed landscape.
// Would anyone like a thread with Doreah? I don’t have a ton of time on my hands, but I get to replies as often as I can.
Earrings from Qarth
Rhaegar turned his head to see her speaking to the exiled bear. He didn’t trust him, not in the least. When he’d been prince, he’d once learned the importance of seeing others, even to see what they hid from the world. Jorah had a lot of secrets, and he looked at Daenerys with the eyes of a jealous and scorned lover, especially when her brother was around. No, he didn’t trust him at all, and he’d warned his sister of much. Jorah did not know his place, and he did not know why she was asking him anything.
The elder Targaryen wiped at his brow with the back of his hand, already mildly irritated. “Cross the sea?” He asked her, before he glanced down at the map. “And where will you go?” Surely she didn’t plan to invade. Besides, as he glanced up at the red comet across the sky that had signaled the birth of her dragons and his own rebirth, he sighed. “Your stained Mormont is a fool, because the comet leads away from Westeros. Here.” He said, planting his fingertip on the map and drawing a line along the path of it, across the Waste and towards Asshai.
Confused, he glanced at Doreah. Why was the queen asking her handmaiden’s opinion? She was not a navigator, a negotiator or even skilled in the ways a queen’s council must be.
Daenerys looked thoughtful, glancing side-long at a stone faced Jorah who stood a respectful distance away. “Well, it was heading towards the sea for a while. It changes course often, however. And you say now it points to from whence you came?” She chewed her lip and looked at Doreah. “Do you think they would come to the land of shadows?”
"Most of them probably wouldn’t, khalessi." Doreah shook her head. "Save the most loyal, like the other handmaids and myself, and your blood riders. Then again, if you asked them what they thought, they might all come because they love you. But we cannot feed them all on that long a journey, khaleesi. We can barely feed ourselves now, and many were lost in the Red Waste."
Daenerys sighed, looking down at the map again. “I cannot abandon them, they are my khalasar. There has to be a way.”