1) Call out one of my muses! 2) Post a prompt, song lyric, picture, or anything really and I'll come up with a starter~ All AUs welcome! 3) Hard mode! No Enjolras
[Though it's strange for her to be in this new place, this place that looks like nothing she's seen before, from the Dothraki Sea to even the house with the red door she so longed for. But this man is offering her a shirt of some sort, sheltering her from the cold like she would shelter one of her people from the heat if she could, and it's - it's noble. Honorable.]
[He gives her a small, confused, look at the use of 'ser' but is quick to brush it aside. There are more important things at hand. Still, an eyebrow raises at her question and he can't help but look to see if she has any apparent injuries. Had she suffered a blow to the head?]
[Still, she looks at herself, her now-thinned hair, dirty but otherwise fine skin, and searches the area once more for her eggs. They're gone. She passes right by his question with another.]
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frolickandbefree2013-12-26 10:58 pm
Shhh let's pretend language barriers
Oh! Without a second thought he unbuttons his jacket, shrugging it off and holding it out to her.]
Here. It's cold out.
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[Though it's strange for her to be in this new place, this place that looks like nothing she's seen before, from the Dothraki Sea to even the house with the red door she so longed for. But this man is offering her a shirt of some sort, sheltering her from the cold like she would shelter one of her people from the heat if she could, and it's - it's noble. Honorable.]
What is this place?
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You are in Paris, France.
Are you injured?
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[Still, she looks at herself, her now-thinned hair, dirty but otherwise fine skin, and searches the area once more for her eggs. They're gone. She passes right by his question with another.]
Where are my eggs?
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[He looks at her, confused to what she means. His eyes scan the area but he sees no basket full of eggs.
There's a fleeting moment where he wonders if he's encountered one of Paris's... Less sane citizens.]
There are no eggs here.
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[She looks at him with conviction, as if she's committed it to memory - because she has.]
I went into the fire with them.
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There are no such things as dragons, mademoiselle.
Are you lost? I can escort you home.