She does miss her people--that gaping hole would never be filled, not with any of those she meets, now. It's the same emptiness of not having blood relatives, of knowing she's alone in that way, despite forging bonds of a stronger means during a time long lost to this world. Lauralae may not be Missandei or any of the others, but she's a loyalty to the woman not so easily earned, no thanks to the pit.
Irriella huff-quacks, arching against Lauralae's fingers. No words need to pass between them for her to know the red panda's pleased with the attentions. The same pleasure is returned when Dany's fingers brush against the other's. And it's then she's allowed her first glimpse of Urmyria.
She's different from Balerion in a great many ways.
"Does he have a name?"
Her focus shifts from Ghost to Jon--who she brushes against as she ducks past him--and finally, to the horse, who she is slow to approach.
Lauralae immediately wraps her arms around Ghost and greets him properly, pressing her face against his snout and scratching at his ears. She seems momentarily lost in the great excitement of being with a wolf again; she would turn into one herself if she was not so concerned about the nature of the if she transformed while carrying her.
It's only after all the animals are greeted that she turns back to look at Jon and Dany, her eyes skimming between the two of them and nodding her head quickly. Her dragon curls, almost shy in the wake of strangers - she is not used to being around people other than her 'mother', and Lauralae doesn't seem inclined to let that change.
She would keep this dragon to herself, to raise her and love her, no matter what the world might think.
"Kelytha." She reaches out and touches the horse's snout, calming him. "He is still wild, but he should not buck."
The horse is handsome, although Jon is not sure there is wisdom in trying to train a wild horse. Some are better at it than others. By the way it calms when Lauralae touches it, and the way Ghost seems to enjoy her affections, she may have the skill.
“Kelytha. A good name for a handsome animal. Does it have a meaning?”
Would not buck--for a moment, she recalls Drogo and his ways. How he would likely view it a challenge to tame the horse in front of her. Bend it to his will. That has her looking away from the animal, focusing on the other dragon on Lauralae's shoulder.
Lauralae takes a moment and hesitates, glancing up at Jon. It takes her a few seconds, but she nods her head, once, and speaks, her voice low and quiet - not entirely shy, but still not sure of what to make of him or what thoughts she ought to carry when it comes to him and his interactions with Daenerys.
"Kelytha means horse." And then she turns back to look at Dany herself. "He has, once. I am not pushing him."
He begins to wonder if the bird's name means bird, but doesn't ask. Still, when a horse is more than half wild, horse isn't a bad name for it. It's just what the animal is -- no more, no less. There is a dignity to it.
"Wild creatures do as they will. If Kelytha is your friend, it's because he wants to be." His voice is low too -- not shy anymore, though there was a time when it would have been. He isn't precisely a man of few words, but he is quiet, and there is a gentleness to him that isn't always common to men who know the wilds.
Something occurs to him, and he adds, "The dragon may spook him. Big dragons would eat up a horse in an instant. They usually know enough to be afraid."
That pulls a smile from her, faint but amused. Kelytha means horse. Easy to name something its name, just like when she calls a wolf a wolf in the Common Tongue or High Valyrian. Seems they've a few things they share in common.
Her focus drifts to Jon. "Some were always fearless." But she speaks of shifters and centaurs, not actual horses. It's not the same, as he'd likely remind her, oh so helpfully. "Kelytha's the luxury of time, I would say."
Assuming any of them have time, she doesn't say. Why even think it? That grave Stark-ness must be rubbing off on her.
"When we go to meet Poe--that's the one who will spin the illusion for them," a nod to the dragonets, "He'll need something of each. I think it's to bind the illusion to each of them, specifically."
It's a name but not a name all at once - another language, another tongue, meaning something simple but with warmth to it as well. Kelytha is going to be a good steed, a good horse, and she is going to do what she can to take care of her budding pack; her horse, her dragon, her bird, her friends. Dany and Jon are... Something, something that is hard for her to name, but...
She is careful as she looks between them, her gaze awkward and unsure before she breathes out. They're accepting of her, of her strangeness, her oddness, and she can accept it.
"I will get her to give me something," Lauralae nods, careful. She won't push Urmyria, but she is sure if she asks nicely enough... "If you trust in this... Then I will as well."
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Irriella huff-quacks, arching against Lauralae's fingers. No words need to pass between them for her to know the red panda's pleased with the attentions. The same pleasure is returned when Dany's fingers brush against the other's. And it's then she's allowed her first glimpse of Urmyria.
She's different from Balerion in a great many ways.
"Does he have a name?"
Her focus shifts from Ghost to Jon--who she brushes against as she ducks past him--and finally, to the horse, who she is slow to approach.
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It's only after all the animals are greeted that she turns back to look at Jon and Dany, her eyes skimming between the two of them and nodding her head quickly. Her dragon curls, almost shy in the wake of strangers - she is not used to being around people other than her 'mother', and Lauralae doesn't seem inclined to let that change.
She would keep this dragon to herself, to raise her and love her, no matter what the world might think.
"Kelytha." She reaches out and touches the horse's snout, calming him. "He is still wild, but he should not buck."
/tees up the joke
“Kelytha. A good name for a handsome animal. Does it have a meaning?”
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"Has he allowed you to ride him?"
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"Kelytha means horse." And then she turns back to look at Dany herself. "He has, once. I am not pushing him."
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"Wild creatures do as they will. If Kelytha is your friend, it's because he wants to be." His voice is low too -- not shy anymore, though there was a time when it would have been. He isn't precisely a man of few words, but he is quiet, and there is a gentleness to him that isn't always common to men who know the wilds.
Something occurs to him, and he adds, "The dragon may spook him. Big dragons would eat up a horse in an instant. They usually know enough to be afraid."
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Her focus drifts to Jon. "Some were always fearless." But she speaks of shifters and centaurs, not actual horses. It's not the same, as he'd likely remind her, oh so helpfully. "Kelytha's the luxury of time, I would say."
Assuming any of them have time, she doesn't say. Why even think it? That grave Stark-ness must be rubbing off on her.
"When we go to meet Poe--that's the one who will spin the illusion for them," a nod to the dragonets, "He'll need something of each. I think it's to bind the illusion to each of them, specifically."
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She is careful as she looks between them, her gaze awkward and unsure before she breathes out. They're accepting of her, of her strangeness, her oddness, and she can accept it.
"I will get her to give me something," Lauralae nods, careful. She won't push Urmyria, but she is sure if she asks nicely enough... "If you trust in this... Then I will as well."