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(Sanguis has blessed her and no one can tell her differently. Daenerys is standing before a mirror, running her fingertips over the horns protruding from her head. However those additions do not thrill her as much as the leathery wings on her back.

If her smile makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, that is understandable. The scales on her cheeks and the fact that her blue eyes are anything but human don't help matters, however there is an undefinable quality about her. Perhaps this isn't a blessing after all.)

Am I a monster? (Her hands shake as she presses her talons against her cheeks.) Is this...me? Have I always been this?

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Yes. I have earned this burden and you will relieve me of my uncertainty.

(She is grateful for that no matter the outcome. This new life she has been given can be put to the best use. If there is a way for her to better herself, wonderful; if not, at least she will be helping others.)

How might I repay you?

I don’t need repayment. This is who I am.

[ the baroquemonger would be better here, dextera thinks. he’s the one who can look and see everything there is to a person’s soul in loving, poetic detail—and then exchange it, if they so desired.

all dextera can do is look, and speak. it’s something, though. ]

There’s no process to it. I just have to see you in person. Is that OK?

Yes. (She worries for him - to see so much must be tiring (if not downright disheartening) - yet he has made the offer, so she ensures he has her address.)

Come by when you are able and don't fear the small dragon. He will not harm you.

[ dextera does automatically fear the idea of a small dragon… but then, he recalls his last experience with one, and there’s a little twinge of nostalgia. if she says it won’t hurt him, then he doubts it will. ]

I’ll come by today. I think sooner is better.

[ it is now, after all, that she’s dealing with the moon. ]

I appreciate your urgency. (Because it matches her own. Between the pair of them, Drogon is probably the most level-headed and he certainly has a better understanding and/or grip on his emotions. Daenerys admires her little son.)

[ dextera doesn’t take much longer than that to get ready. there’s very little for him to prepare, after all—the only thing he needs is himself. the delay is merely from needing to eat to keep his energy up, like any normal person, and then he sends her one more message to let her know he’s on his way.

following the address listed, he soon finds himself at her door. ]

Um…

[ compared to his calm, serious demeanor online, the voice outside her residence sounds uncertain and soft. he rings the doorbell, or whatever passes for one. ]

(With Drogon hot on her heels, Daenerys answers the door, wearing nothing but a robe. Clothing is a little difficult with her scales and her talons. However the robe is made of substantial material, so it shouldn't be too...awkward.)

Are you the one I spoke to regarding a...reading?

(Drogon peeks around her legs, chirping curiously.)

[ there’s a lot to take in all at once, even without peering into her very soul, and dextera ends up blushing despite himself—the robe might be decently modest, but the implications get away from him anyway.

he nods, and tries to focus on the dragon. ]

Yes. My name is Dextera.

(Daenerys is...shapely. So that doesn't help. She bends down to lift up the little dragon, soothing him with a gentle bounce against her hip.)

We are happy to meet you, Dextera. I am Daenerys and this is Drogon.

(Drogon inches out his neck to sniff Dextera.)

[ it’s like meeting a mother and her scaled newborn. not the strangest thing he’s experienced, but not the most normal, either.

he lets drogon sniff his hand, as if he’s trying to socialize with a cat. it’s not precisely like the dragons he’s met before—though perhaps it’s to be expected. ]

He’s very cute.

[ is that what they like to be called? is this even an appropriate thing to say, considering the circumstances? ]

(A heavy newborn and one with a long tail and wings! Daenerys is the only one who can hold him like this and it does seem to calm him. Drogon is sedate about inspecting Dextera and he gives the man a little snort before he rubs at his face with his front foot.)

I think so. (She is proud of her son and it shows.) He is very intelligent. The dragons of my world have never been monsters.

That's more...humanity.

[ she provides a good segue for them to talk about what he’s here for, but he’s still intrigued by the demeanor of her little pet. companion. child. he isn’t sure which yet, especially when she looks so very much like she could be his actual mother. ]

It usually is.

[ a pause. he glances past her, gesturing with his eyes into the room. ]

Can I…?

(She lowers Drogon onto the sofa and nods.) Please make yourself comfortable.

(Straightening, she crosses her arms before her, watching him curiously.)

Are you hungry or thirsty? I keep plenty of fruit on hand.

Um—yes. Fruit is good.

[ dextera sits down next to drogon, with a healthy distance between the two of them so as to not make the creature too territorial, and folds his hands politely in his lap.

daenerys really is beautiful. he knows now is not the time, though, so he keeps it to himself. ]

(She gives him a brief smile and moves to the kitchen, placing a variety of fruit on a platter. Then she brings out a pitcher of freshly squeezed juice and a pair of cups.)

Drogon prefers meat, but I've been fond of fruit since I was a child.

(Once everything is within easy reach, she joins him on the sofa.)

How does this work?

[ dextera nods, quietly thanking her for the fruit and the juice. it’s more than he would ever expect to receive from somebody just for his presence, but she seemed so worried about herself on the network. he would have showed up, done his work, and left in an instant if she wanted him to… but she’s being so hospitable. ]

Um… it works the best if you’re calm. Are you calm?

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