Petal 03 -- Open to Action

[shylyintrepid]

[When the feed starts, Jehan is clearly not in his cabin. He's down by the shore.

And he's been crying. His voice is hoarse and when he speaks, his accent is a bit thicker than usual]

If...if anyone else knew Zane, son of Venus, he...

[He wants to say "died". Died would be so much easier than the truth]

He was a...he was an agent of the Red Room. This entire time. He...he was here to spy on us.

[And he cuts the IM. As he does, you can see him break down yet again. It's going to be a long time before he recovers from this heartbreak]

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[shylyintrepid]

[Rhaegel wanders to his mother, stepping on Jehan's stomach and getting a groan from the boy]

I did!

[He laughs, sitting up]

He started it.

[wokethedragon]

You should feel lucky I've left you with Rhaegal and not Drogon, then.

[The green dragon was much, much shyer and friendlier than her rambunctious black dragon.]

Rhaegal. Fotia.

[She holds out the meat to him, and he chars the meat to a crisp, though the blast of orange and green fire is only seconds long. Her hands are unaffected.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Jehan laughs, excited by the fire]

Oh, he's getting so big! That's impressive, petit vert!

[wokethedragon]

He's beautiful. Did you know, each dragon can breathe a different color of flame?

[shylyintrepid]

Really? I imagine Drogon's is dark? And Viserion's is...well, white fire doesn't exist.

[wokethedragon]

That's right, and his flame is hottest. Viserion breathes fire like molten gold.

[shylyintrepid]

I bet it's lovely.

[wokethedragon]

Everything about my dragons is lovely, Jehan.

[shylyintrepid]

Oh, yes, of course, but I imagine that is particularly eye-catching.

[wokethedragon]

I will have to bring all three of them to show you at some point in time, then.

[For now, she scoops Rhaegal up into her arms, pressing a light kiss to the top of the little dragon's head.]

[shylyintrepid]

[He smiles. So cute.]

That'd be nice, though not near my cabin please.

[Jehan laughs before he gestures to Dany's hair]

Want me to fix your braids?

[wokethedragon]

I will do my best to not burn down your cabin, nor will I have them raze your gardens. They only breathe flame on my command, and only when I command them in Greek.

[She nods a little, turning so he has better access.]

Would you?

[shylyintrepid]

Flowers or no?

[wokethedragon]

Yes. I do so love the flowers you grow, Jehan.

[shylyintrepid]

[He smiles, pleased, and stands up]

Then let's move closer to the trees. Daisies can't grow on sand.

[wokethedragon]

[At this point, the green dragon has crawled out of her arms again towards Jehan. She stands, clucking her tongue.]

Right. Come, Rhaegal.

[shylyintrepid]

[Rhaegel follows Dany's order as Jehan heads up to the edge of the forest. He starts going all colors of flowers]

There.

[wokethedragon]

[She always has to marvel at how quickly and beautifully Jehan can grow the flowers. Picking up her skirts, she runs to the patch, sitting in the middle of it with her dragon at her side.]

[shylyintrepid]

Pick the colors you want while I do this. Do you have a hairbrush?

[wokethedragon]

Unfortunately, I do not...

[She reaches all around her in the patch of flowers, picking soft blue and white daisies for Jehan.]

[shylyintrepid]

[A nymph from a nearby tree hears his request and hands him hers. He smiles a thank you and starts brushing out Dany's hair]

So is it blonde or white? I can't tell.

[wokethedragon]

It is blonde, but only barely so.

[She leans into the brushing, giving the nymph a little grin. Dany has quite long hair, and she does enjoy having someone else brush it and play with it from time to time.]

Are you familiar with the metal called white gold, dear Jehan? I have heard my brother describe our hair as being spun strands of it.

[It was another one of Viserys' ways of connecting himself to their father, of trying to assert his superiority, but she did like the comparison nonetheless.]

[shylyintrepid]

...I can see it. Yours is probably prettier though.

[wokethedragon]

Your words flatter me, Jehan.

[She smiles a little, pulling her dragon into her lap again as Jehan works.]

[shylyintrepid]

They're true! I vaguely remember your brother--he's not very good looking in my opinion.