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He had to do this right if Rhae had any hope of getting out of that arena on top of the rest of them. While he had a fleeting moment of feeling unspeakably awful for thinking that, for disregarding the very lives of the other tributes going in to the Games, they were discarded in favor of training her better.

Hit harder. Run faster. Hide quicker. Focus, dammit.

Just as he thought he had the upper hand, she came at him from his blind spot. She twisted his arm, quite literally, and he grunted as she swept his legs out from under him. Logan barely registered until it was done that she had him pinned to the ground, arms above his head, and he's smirking up at her, trying to catch his breath.

     HIS SMILE GREW WIDER STILL when she relayed the story of how she was nearly mauled to death by her FERAL pack of dogs. He was pretty sure that the animals were trained pretty damn well, seeing as they were nowhere in sight at the moment, even with Daenerys’ food out. However, that didn’t always mean they were REALLY well-behaved. He would have to meet her dogs to know.

     At the thought of meeting her dogs, his eyes sought out hers in the video in front of him, his smile growing a little wider. Meeting her dogs would mean meeting HER in a more personal setting. So maybe a doggy date after all.

     “Hmm?” He hadn’t immediately realized that she had asked him a question, his mind having wandered into fantasy-territory. Of maybe he was really more asleep than he thought he was. “Oh yes, obviously. I mean, look at the poor animal.” He picked up the laptop with both hands and tilted the camera towards where Greywind was absolutely DEVOURING his food. He placed the laptop back on the table, attempting to stifle a yawn as he did, putting it back JUST right, so she was facing him.

Mal had awoken to find that she was no longer in Auradon. At least, she didn’t think she was. She quickly began to walk around, hoping to find a building, a landmark, something that was familiar to her, but everything as far as she could see was foreign, almost…medieval. When she sees how peculiarly garbed the people who are walking about are, Mal knew she was far from home. Those that had noticed the stranger in their midst regarded her with suspicious, odd gazes.

Suddenly, before she knew it, a group of armored guards seized her by the arms and led her inside a pyramid-like structure of many colored bricks. When she tried to wriggle herself free of their grasp, the guards only tightened their hold on her. Giving a frustrated sigh in defeat, she had no choice but to follow them.

        ❝  @incissam, if i am going to be your barbie doll that you get to dress up, can i at least get some boba tea out of this ?  ❞   

“Khaleesi….khaleesi wake up.” Irr whispered softly, doing her best not to awake the other girls that slept in the tent with her. The air was cool but warm enough that they weren’t sleeping on top of each other as they had in nights past. Her hands came forward and she gently stroked the other’s arm to help awaken her more. The young dragons started to trill and chirp in protest to Irri’s voice, as unwilling to awaken as their mother seemed to be.

She hated to wake her, it had been the worst time in any life with the death of their Khal and the khalasar dissolving. They were on their own now and her Khaleesi had lost her husband and child in one night, and had taken her first life. For most dothraki their life was a war so they were used to violence and fighting, but the silver haired girl had been raised in silks and comfort compared to that. Irri wanted to give her all of the rest she could, but there were things to be seen that she felt the other would enjoy.

Now that the King in the North had greeted them and given them grand quarters within the Keep, Elayne looked towards her friend with a small and knowing smile - secretive too. She was glad that they had a joint room, on request, after all they needed to discuss all of the men that they had seen in coming here. Someone had to catch their eye - especially Dany's. Elayne was adamant that her friend find some happiness with that crown weighing heavily on her head.

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The sound of his footsteps were always accompanied with the tinkling of the bells that adorned his jahak and with it came the loud boisterous sounds of the men who had left with him on their hunt. The man in the center was quieter, more reserved, than the men at his side his focus on making his way towards the largest tent within the heart of the Khalassar. Waving off the men around him he entered, the mask of indifference leaving him and the softest of smiles reaching his lips. The scent of cedar, lavender, and fire reached his nose as he pushed passed the drapes just past the door his words soft as to not startle the other inhabitant of the tent.

"Jalan?"