08-08-2015, 12:47 AM
Daenerys woke unhappily.
Firstly, the sweltering heat that assaulted her the moment her eyes flickered open absolutely repulsed her. From the looks of things, she had been transported inside a building—though the plausibility of that in the great white expanse she and her companion had been running through seemed low—and yet even still, warmth blanketed her all too thickly. Instinctively, she placed a hand on her chest, catching her breath and coughing up sweat that had begun to slip into her mouth while she slept. Disgusting.
“…she’s waking up!” someone called, and almost immediately hands were upon her, shoving her back down onto the table—not a bed?—that she lay upon. Her back crashed into the hard metallic surface and she groaned in pain, trying her best to fight back against the hold of these people who certainly did not dress like medical professionals.
“Remove… your hands… from me… this instant!” she stammered as she struggled against the grip of two women, one scarily scrawny and the other short and pudgy. The rounder woman pushed the taller one out of the way and grip Daenerys’ shoulders much too forcibly, pressing her firmly into the table and holding her in a bind that the khaleesi anticipated she would not be escaping any time soon. “This is unacceptable,” she muttered under her breath.
“Shut it, princess,” the crass woman scowled, turning her head to look at her skinnier companion, “go tell her friend she’s awake before she has a goddamn conniption fit.” The scrawny woman hurried out of the little building.
Black Mage, Dany realized almost immediately who she’d meant. In her lapse of focus, the bigger woman won the struggle and the rightful queen felt herself forced back onto the table, where she would remain until this peasant chose to unhand her. Still, that didn’t stop her from releasing a frustrated growl. Certainly this bitch would regret laying hands on her like this under normal circumstances, but as it were, Dany had no power over her, a fact that she struggled to come to terms with having been snatched so drastically from her queendom. Well, that, and in spite of herself the Targaryen princess began to think that perhaps these two women had been responsible for her care after she’d… fainted?
The memory began rushing back to her. She and Black Mage had struggled to escape the growing calamity at the Fountain of Infinity, and in their escape she had perhaps physically exerted herself more than she could handle—certainly, she had walked long distances, but even those treks could not prepare her for running for her life for what seemed like forever. The anxiety combined with the exhaustion had done her in, she supposed, and she had fainted like a pitiful, pathetic damsel.
So where was she now, then? The last thing she recalled, Black Mage crouched over her failing body in the great white void she’d come to know as the Nexus; behind him, a large gate of rocky stone stood, welcoming them perhaps into some other zone of this Omniverse. She had not stayed awake long enough to know what lay on the other side, but perhaps her guardian had simply scooped her up and carried her to safety? If that was the case, he deserved more merit than she had given him upon their first meeting. Maybe, she thought, she had been quite wrong to doubt his abilities. Certainly he had proven willing to protect her against the likes of Drake Oneir.
Finally, the rotund nurse took her hands off Daenerys. “Alright, you can sit up—slowly,” she allowed, and the khaleesi obliged. She hesitated to comply with this woman’s orders, but the returning burning sensation in her ribs kept her from straying too far from the lady’s advice. Perhaps she was just trying to help.
Dany placed a hand to her abdomen, hoping that massaging it lightly might ease the pain. No such luck, unfortunately, as the burning began to shoot up her sides. Running, she supposed, took more out of her than she expected.
“Why is it so hot?” she whispered under her breath, slowly pushing herself off the table and back onto her feet. She wobbled a little at her first steps, and the big nurse moved to catch her, but the khaleesi pushed her away. “You will not touch me unless I say so,” she ordered, and out of the corner of her eye she could see a disdainful expression cross the woman’s face. “Thank you for your help, but I must see my companion.” She moved for the door.
“You don’t need to be going anywhere,” the nurse protested.
Dany whipped around, regretting it immediately but holding fast. “I will be making decisions about what I do and do not need to do,” she growled, “I said thank you, and I meant it. Perhaps once I reach my companion you can help me further.”
She turned and walked to the door, unimpeded now. Behind her, she could hear the woman muttering comments that, to someone whose skin was not as thick as Daenerys Targaryen’s, might’ve been hurtful. But she had been through worse, and worse things had been said about her, so she shrugged them off and opened the door.
Sunlight blinded her. She blinked. As the area came into focus, she saw Black Mage and the skinny nurse approaching her, though where they had come from she could not tell; the area around them seemed relatively populated; it seemed to be a small, relatively advanced village, from the looks of it. It certainly held more life in its tiny boundaries than the area outside the city limits; as Daenerys’ vision began to get clearer, she began to see the rest of the verse: stretches of sandy, arid turf, stretching far into the distance and out past the horizon line.
She let out a defeated sigh. Another fucking desert.
Firstly, the sweltering heat that assaulted her the moment her eyes flickered open absolutely repulsed her. From the looks of things, she had been transported inside a building—though the plausibility of that in the great white expanse she and her companion had been running through seemed low—and yet even still, warmth blanketed her all too thickly. Instinctively, she placed a hand on her chest, catching her breath and coughing up sweat that had begun to slip into her mouth while she slept. Disgusting.
“…she’s waking up!” someone called, and almost immediately hands were upon her, shoving her back down onto the table—not a bed?—that she lay upon. Her back crashed into the hard metallic surface and she groaned in pain, trying her best to fight back against the hold of these people who certainly did not dress like medical professionals.
“Remove… your hands… from me… this instant!” she stammered as she struggled against the grip of two women, one scarily scrawny and the other short and pudgy. The rounder woman pushed the taller one out of the way and grip Daenerys’ shoulders much too forcibly, pressing her firmly into the table and holding her in a bind that the khaleesi anticipated she would not be escaping any time soon. “This is unacceptable,” she muttered under her breath.
“Shut it, princess,” the crass woman scowled, turning her head to look at her skinnier companion, “go tell her friend she’s awake before she has a goddamn conniption fit.” The scrawny woman hurried out of the little building.
Black Mage, Dany realized almost immediately who she’d meant. In her lapse of focus, the bigger woman won the struggle and the rightful queen felt herself forced back onto the table, where she would remain until this peasant chose to unhand her. Still, that didn’t stop her from releasing a frustrated growl. Certainly this bitch would regret laying hands on her like this under normal circumstances, but as it were, Dany had no power over her, a fact that she struggled to come to terms with having been snatched so drastically from her queendom. Well, that, and in spite of herself the Targaryen princess began to think that perhaps these two women had been responsible for her care after she’d… fainted?
The memory began rushing back to her. She and Black Mage had struggled to escape the growing calamity at the Fountain of Infinity, and in their escape she had perhaps physically exerted herself more than she could handle—certainly, she had walked long distances, but even those treks could not prepare her for running for her life for what seemed like forever. The anxiety combined with the exhaustion had done her in, she supposed, and she had fainted like a pitiful, pathetic damsel.
So where was she now, then? The last thing she recalled, Black Mage crouched over her failing body in the great white void she’d come to know as the Nexus; behind him, a large gate of rocky stone stood, welcoming them perhaps into some other zone of this Omniverse. She had not stayed awake long enough to know what lay on the other side, but perhaps her guardian had simply scooped her up and carried her to safety? If that was the case, he deserved more merit than she had given him upon their first meeting. Maybe, she thought, she had been quite wrong to doubt his abilities. Certainly he had proven willing to protect her against the likes of Drake Oneir.
Finally, the rotund nurse took her hands off Daenerys. “Alright, you can sit up—slowly,” she allowed, and the khaleesi obliged. She hesitated to comply with this woman’s orders, but the returning burning sensation in her ribs kept her from straying too far from the lady’s advice. Perhaps she was just trying to help.
Dany placed a hand to her abdomen, hoping that massaging it lightly might ease the pain. No such luck, unfortunately, as the burning began to shoot up her sides. Running, she supposed, took more out of her than she expected.
“Why is it so hot?” she whispered under her breath, slowly pushing herself off the table and back onto her feet. She wobbled a little at her first steps, and the big nurse moved to catch her, but the khaleesi pushed her away. “You will not touch me unless I say so,” she ordered, and out of the corner of her eye she could see a disdainful expression cross the woman’s face. “Thank you for your help, but I must see my companion.” She moved for the door.
“You don’t need to be going anywhere,” the nurse protested.
Dany whipped around, regretting it immediately but holding fast. “I will be making decisions about what I do and do not need to do,” she growled, “I said thank you, and I meant it. Perhaps once I reach my companion you can help me further.”
She turned and walked to the door, unimpeded now. Behind her, she could hear the woman muttering comments that, to someone whose skin was not as thick as Daenerys Targaryen’s, might’ve been hurtful. But she had been through worse, and worse things had been said about her, so she shrugged them off and opened the door.
Sunlight blinded her. She blinked. As the area came into focus, she saw Black Mage and the skinny nurse approaching her, though where they had come from she could not tell; the area around them seemed relatively populated; it seemed to be a small, relatively advanced village, from the looks of it. It certainly held more life in its tiny boundaries than the area outside the city limits; as Daenerys’ vision began to get clearer, she began to see the rest of the verse: stretches of sandy, arid turf, stretching far into the distance and out past the horizon line.
She let out a defeated sigh. Another fucking desert.