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[faileas]

Name: Nerissa Bell (andernach) & Mhairi Ainsley (fearolc) Date: Septeril 1st Format: Video The video starts focused on a familiar face, close up until a differently familiar hand comes into the shot to set the watch down. Claws click on the outside of the surface, followed by both parties leaning back - then taking a proper step back to ensure both are in view. Miss Nessie looks as chipper as always, evidently still Delighted about this whole watch business, though there's a tightness around her eyes; Mhairi looks tense and decidedly displeased. It's more emotion than she's shown to the group at large, ears back and hackles raised, arms folded with a militant discipline behind her back. "Hello, dearests! We hope today finds you well." Nessie grins a little wider, though it softens after a lengthy pause. "While we'd love for this to be purely for pleasure - believe me, we both would - we've some things to discuss today, we do. After the full moon last month, a missive arrived from Morgie - that is, Morgana Drummond, the head of the Coven over there in Dorchacht - asking about our..." She pauses again, briefer this time, her lips thinning as she continues. "Our 'lost luggage,' as she so kindly put it." At her side, Mhairi's low voice outright growls, "After much back and forth, and discussions amongst Parliament, we've come to a decision that Drummond has... agreed to." Nessie's smile continues to wane, and she leans against Mhairi. "And we're quite glad that she has, considering conflict with Dorchacht is not exactly ideal at the present moment." With a deep breath, the Turnskin pulls back her disdain and focuses on the task at hand. "The Parliament has requested that the Coven send a group of dignitaries to Dorchacht to negotiate, and hopefully deescalate the situation. While we may not be able to immediately bring change, should things be as terrible in the waking world as it was in the dreamscape that you unfortunately faced, our best attempts will be made." She pauses, and displeasure is obvious in the way she lowers her gaze and turns her head to look at Nessie. "... your best attempts. Because we don't know what may happen, or what hand Drummond and the Coven of Dorchacht might turn, I will be remaining here. Those that wish to do the same are welcome to, and I will do my utmost best to assist you and answer any questions you may have." "While my lovely Mhairi does that, I'll be attending the meeting with Morgie - though I'm sure that's not a surprise at all, is it?" Nessie pulls away slightly, stepping forward in frame just a bit to spread her arms. "The dignitary group'll be handling all the real fun stuff - talking, seeing if there isn't anything to be done about this queer little situation that's come up, apologies when necessary, so on... I'd like to ask Morgie myself about how she's running her Coven, thinking on it," she pauses, then lowers her hands and steps back again. "And I know a few of you've been worried about it all, and wanting to help, so if any of you dearies would like to come along and play diplomat - show her things are right as rain and all, that we can all get along just fine even without what laws they seem to have in place - then I won't say no." She pauses again, tilting her head. "Might help, even." "Relations between Aefenglom and Dorchacht are... tense," Mhairi adds, wryly. "Per their insistence and refusal, there's no means of direct transport between the two cities, teleportation included. We've tried to get an alternative up and running, something that has been in the Coven's possession for quite some time. The device is a little too risky for us to consider, however, as it's theoretical in execution. Perhaps a project for the more technologically inclined of the mirrorbound at a later date." "I'd appreciate it, at least. That thing's one of our seven wonders in the Coven, it is." "On the fifth, any who wish to join Ness and a handful of our finest Witches should meet at the port." Mhairi reaches and, finally unfolding her arms, curls her hand at Nessie's elbow. "My best wishes, travelers. Be safe." Nessie returns the gesture, hand settling on Mhairi's; it's a little hard to tell, but she's rubbing the side of it gently. "Take care until next we speak, dearests." NOTE This post will NOT receive any responses from Nessie and Mhairi. You can, however, use this post to interact with one another in the meantime.

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[freeing]

[ She does not, but hard to take a Queen out of being... well, a Queen. ]

We do not need authority when we were brought here against our will. [ DRAMA. ] I wish to find answers on if they truly live their lives in this manner or if it was merely a bad dream. What do you suggest we do to better conceal our intention, then?

[freeing]

If we see a way of life that is full of injustice and people sold like livestock, what other way is there?

[ Her bark is quick, snappy. However, he does speak sense in terms of slowing down and wanting to assess the situations. ]

I am not insisting we burn the city down upon entry. We are not tyrants or evil. However, Morgana Drummond is requesting us to come into the fire ourselves, we must be prepared for if we get burned. Our intent is peace, not conquering. Forgive me if that is how it sounds – [ That's all she knows, actually... ] – I simply can not allow such a thing to happen if we are having our hands forced.

[freeing]

[ Daenerys wants to break that wheel, but she isn't so impulsive to spam that around without reason. ]

If the time comes to act with aggression, then it will come to pass. I do not rule by putting innocents at risk. [ This is all part of an ultimatum, as she's stated. The choice for them to act reasonably or otherwise. It is theirs to make. Regardless, Daenerys is not in charge and her wants are most likely not going to be the final say – so she honestly burns hot on her own ambition. ] Then we do not. We serve as council, listen to their demands as they listen to ours. If Aefenglom values their relationship with this city, we must know what is possible. We must not be sent as goats to slaughter.

[freeing]

A Queen.

[ She corrects, proud but also painfully aware that may not mean much here. ]

[freeing]

I promised them otherwise. I lead them to a better way of life. [ Was it truly her dragons, her army? No. She was once a girl with neither of them – only a Khaleesi willing to lead the weak, the sick, the old, and the abandoned through the Red Wastes. ] I saw things the world did not and made my dreams come true.

[freeing]

I suffered. I made choices that would bring my people to safety. [ It sounds so simple. The hunger, the heat – the uncertainty of conquering the Free Cities... Of course, there was loss. There will always be loss... but she grows quiet. ] I had reason to keep trying, to keep marching when people began to believe in me as I believed in myself. They kept me strong, strong enough to overcome. They began to see a world I saw and fought for it.

[freeing]

[ It was kind to hear, but she wishes she could convey how her people were unbreakable. How they forced through adversity to survive. It could not simply be her. ]

We were all lucky to simply survive another day. To be one step closer to safety.

[freeing]

[ A house with a red door and lemon tree — the image flashes through her mind, lost to time and circumstance. ]

A life without chains or submission.