The Satyr ;

                        ϙᴜᴇᴇɴ | ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs | ᴀsᴋ 

                        ϙᴜᴇᴇɴ | ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs | ᴀsᴋ 

"As for the innocents. I won’t lay a hand on them. I free’d every single slave from Slavers Bay. I will not harm the people that want no part in this war.

"Dragons cannot tell the difference between civilians and soldiers. They will burn villages."

"Ah… sorry, did I startle you?" Way to avoid the questions.

"No." Blunt as ever. "I knew you were there the whole time. That's why I asked you who you are, and where I am. Are you a dunce or something?"

"A false King sits on the Throne that is mine by right. A stronger claim than any other House that want’s in. Baratheon, Lannisters, the Tyrells. None of them." She looked at him as if he asked her a stupid question, frowning a bit. "I have dragons and an army. Men at my side that will obey my every command."

Dragons, of course. If one were to have dragons, it would be her. But he scarcely believe it. "Where are these dragons?" He pause while glaring at her. Knowing she is his enemy, but yet not wanting to have harm done to her. "Would you really find burning millions alive justice? A noble feat in order to get what you believe belongs to you? The people of Westeros will not follow a murderer willingly."

"Have you fallen asleep on me?"

Taiga Aisaka「逢坂 大河」

::✗:: "Good. Then you have no need to bother me further."

"Bother you? If I am not mistaken, you were the one that approached me. It seems more likely that you wanted the conversation. Are you lonely?"

::❀:: "Water? Okay then." There had to be some somewhere? A fountain maybe? Something she could use, though as she wandered around, a thought crossed her mind of what to even put it in. Elysia literally had nothing. Given no choice, she just found the first place that held any source of water, which happen to be a fountain, thank the gods, and cupped her hands together before going back. Bending down, she said, “C’mon, sit up and I’ll give you some water…”

Looking up at the other, she offered her name. "Taiga." Her eyes shifted. "Taiga Aisaka."

::✗:: "What do you want?"

"I was simply passing through. The fact that our eyes made contact is a coincidence."

::❀:: "Ah!" Elysia was briefly taken back but quickly got down on her knees and brushed some hair from her face. "What’s wrong? Do you need something? Are you hurt anywhere?"

With eyes closed shut, she desperately tried to get the words out of her dry throat. "W-- Water.." Though the water splashed onto her face would suffice also.

"I have come to take back the Iron Throne." She said simply, with a hint of ice in her tone.

"The Throne?" He hadn't expected an answer at all, so anything that came from the Stormborn would surprise him, but The Iron Throne? That was on a different scale to anything he would have expected. It makes sense, however. The men behind her were obviously from her own personal army. How she came to acquire such a force, he could never guess. "How do you plan to take on the Lannister?" That wasn't what he really wanted to say. His sister -- though not by blood -- is at King's Landing.

::❀:: What a strange sight, but nonetheless, the young woman leaned forward as she asked the girl a question. "Are you alright? You seem like you’re going to pass out."

"W-waahhh --" Before words could escape her thin lips, the petite girl fell to the ground in a hump. If it were possible, steam would surely be rising from her. 

Dany looked up at the man stood before her. “And you’re the stark boy?” She looked at him, the first time she’d met someone that held a good status. The Starks know for their loyalty.

"That I am." Though it may not be fair to call him as such. Being a bastard, most simply referred to him as such. "I'm afraid I don't understand. Why are you in Westeros?"