(She has endured the searing heat of seemingly endless deserts; she has felt the piercing cold of ice and snow; she even lived through a long passage between continents on a wooden and, by modern standards, ill-equipped ship. But this torrential rain is new to her and she knows better than to let herself become completely soaked. Logically the best idea seems to get indoors, yet that only seems to multiply her problems and she climbs higher and runs further, losing her way in hallways that have no right to be so long or complex.
She can't run forever and though she fears the water rising to engulf her, she has to stop against one of the walls, her breathing heavy and the pale strands of her hair stuck to her skin.)
Can anyone hear me? My name is Daenerys and if we've spoken, I would very much like to see you.
(Seeing anyone right now would be comforting. Her hearing must be playing tricks on her because she is almost certain she hears...whispering.)
I will help you as much as I can.
II. Mirror
(The mirrors are unnerving and so Daenerys tries not to look into them. She imagines there must be some sort of magic contained in them and if she peers into the glass, her situation will become more perilous. Or more confusing. Both outcomes she can do without.
However when her wandering keeps bringing her back to the same room with the same mirror, she understands that she must be brave. Mastering her shivering, she approaches the glass and peers into it...
Only to see an X. Her brow furrows in frustration and she raises her voice again.]
Do you think this is funny? Is this some kind of game? You like to torture us, but for what purpose?
(It takes her a few moments to finally touch the X and, of course, the mirror rushes away like quicksilver, causing her to jump. When she looks at the gaping hole left behind, she thinks she might have preferred the mirror that mocked her.)
Daenerys Targaryen | ota
(She has endured the searing heat of seemingly endless deserts; she has felt the piercing cold of ice and snow; she even lived through a long passage between continents on a wooden and, by modern standards, ill-equipped ship. But this torrential rain is new to her and she knows better than to let herself become completely soaked. Logically the best idea seems to get indoors, yet that only seems to multiply her problems and she climbs higher and runs further, losing her way in hallways that have no right to be so long or complex.
She can't run forever and though she fears the water rising to engulf her, she has to stop against one of the walls, her breathing heavy and the pale strands of her hair stuck to her skin.)
Can anyone hear me? My name is Daenerys and if we've spoken, I would very much like to see you.
(Seeing anyone right now would be comforting. Her hearing must be playing tricks on her because she is almost certain she hears...whispering.)
I will help you as much as I can.
II. Mirror
(The mirrors are unnerving and so Daenerys tries not to look into them. She imagines there must be some sort of magic contained in them and if she peers into the glass, her situation will become more perilous. Or more confusing. Both outcomes she can do without.
However when her wandering keeps bringing her back to the same room with the same mirror, she understands that she must be brave. Mastering her shivering, she approaches the glass and peers into it...
Only to see an X. Her brow furrows in frustration and she raises her voice again.]
Do you think this is funny? Is this some kind of game? You like to torture us, but for what purpose?
(It takes her a few moments to finally touch the X and, of course, the mirror rushes away like quicksilver, causing her to jump. When she looks at the gaping hole left behind, she thinks she might have preferred the mirror that mocked her.)