( closed ) | to lead me back home from this place

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Character(s): Lauralae and Dany
Status: Closed
Location(s): Around Didymos
Date(s) A handful of days after the Pit
About: Dragon moms!!
Warnings: N/A

Lauralae had never felt it necessary to seek someone out before.

The people she chose to spend time with, as limited as they were, had always been somewhat easy to find. Either it was Myr, settled in her temple rooms, or Aramas, lurking in his gardens, his house, smiling and wavering when she came close. Finding someone new, someone she only knows by whispers of name and a position as someone much like herself is a more difficult challenge for her to face.

Tracking is something she is used to, at least, and she does her best to seek out the woman she had seen in the pit. Blonde hair, tall enough, perhaps limping or resting on one side due to her wound, the shoulder injury. If she had died she would have been brought back to life at the same time; that's enough for her to know that Daenerys would likely still be around Didymos. The weight of the bag at her side is heavy and knowing what lies inside makes her more nervous than she might have been before, twitchy as she avoids the crowds around her, making noises and sounds about the shadow they had seen.

She knows what that shadow was. Lauralae knows; she had seen it. Nothing will make her speak, however.

Wandering around gives her enough of an idea of where people might go, however, and that helps guide her towards where she might be able to find Daenerys. A message is sent to her, by Rav'ahm's leg, asking to meet her near the outskirts of the city, signed with a 'L' and the shape of an egg - little else. She hopes the other woman will recognise it for what it is and come to her.

Settled down, quiet, Lauralae sits petting the head of her raven quietly, whispering to him. He speaks back in her mind and she leans close, nudging her forehead against his, one hand resting lightly on her bag.

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Dany remains in Didymos; sneaking the egg from the shores once she'd reunited with Jon had been an ordeal. Really, pretending she was pregnant? Ridiculous... but it worked at the time, and she'd needed a hasty way to hide it. In the chaos of so many returning, the guards paid her little mind. Why bother a pregnant woman? Of course, Jon looked rather pained about it, perhaps doubly so seeing as he'd faced nothing but trouble since she handed the egg to him in the pit.

She's feeling rather pained about transporting it in this way. Still, better for the inconvenience of hobbling around than being questioned by someone who recognizes her. With the city on edge--and for good reason--it's best to avoid any unnecessary confrontations.

So why, then, does she agree to meet at the city's outskirts? The raven which approached was familiar. There was no mistaking the message, its meaning (or what she assumes it to mean). Nor was she about to ignore a request from a woman who spilt her own blood to heal a near stranger.

Irriella bounds ahead of her, kicking up dirt and pebbles as she races ahead. There will be an excited hiccup-yap! when Laurarae and Rav'ahm are sighted by the red panda, who nearly looks like she's grinning the closer she approaches. Far too trusting, sweetling, she mentally chides her companion, knowing the bond they share is likely the reason why Irriella is so eager to see the two.

"I hope we didn't keep you," she says in greeting, once close enough. No limp to her step, nothing frazzled about her (unlike the pit) as she walks, a hand pressed to the underside of her belly.