Driftmark

Daenerys arrived aboard Dauntless, her brand new war galley, having spent the last two years at Braavos. She disembarked the ship and made her way through town on foot, accompanied by her young and handsome first mate Gerion, who eventually strode off to a tavern. After climbing up the stone steps in the mountainside on her own, Dany reached the castle and went straight to the great hall in hopes of finding some of her family there. "Mother! Jace!" she called, assuming that her father would still be off at war. She had grown a lot taller during those years and there was a certain confident flow in her movements now; she had developed the easy gait of a water dancer. Her thin blade was fastened at her hip and she was still clad in her travel clothes. The sun exposure at sea had done its job, leaving Dany's face a few shades darker than usual.

All the while, Mith was flying in circles over Driftmark, getting hungry and dreaming of sheep. 

Dany made her way over with a bright smile on her face and hugged the Lady Myrcella. "I just got off my ship, mother; I was in a hurry to see you," she said, and studied her while taking the offered seat. "You have not aged a day, lady mother. Thank you for sending me the sword for my nameday, it is lovely."

"Oh, I am no warrior, mother. Just a dancer," Daenerys replied with just the hint of a smile. "What I do with my sword has nothing to do with what you might oversee in a practice yard or at war, trust me. I will show you some day. And tell you all about Braavos. But now.. where are father, Jace and Monty?" she asked, looking around as if expecting them to join them any moment. "Is father at King's Landing?"

"I am sure it is not so, you know how much father loves the sea and this place," Dany reasoned, "he has duties to the crown, is all.." She smiled at the remark about ruling. Her mother was still a Lannister through and through. "Ah, I must have missed them. What of news on the war front?" she asked slightly cautiously.

"I see. You know, mother, in Braavos they have all sorts of religions existing side by side without quarreling," Dany said. "Oh, what of our cousins at Casterly Rock? Last I heard they were still under siege.. is that done now?"

"I must remember to thank the Prince of Dragonstone when I get to King's Landing, then," Daenerys replied, smiling. Even though not as naive and idealistic as she had been a couple years back, Dany still held gallantry and brave deeds in high regard.

At her mother's question, she shrugged. "They are smarter."

"Do not worry, mother. I am not exactly a close friend or relative of the king; I have never even talked to the man. And if I ever do, I doubt it would be anything other than exchanging courtesies," she replied. "It seems that I need to travel to King's Landing for the second time, then. I should thank father for the ship, he should not have. Perhaps I will go on the morrow."

"Or I could go later this week," Dany offered somewhat apologetically. "Of course I love your company. I just want to let father know I am back. It only takes me a day to travel between King's Landing and home on Mith, you won't even know I am gone."

"Have you not??" Dany asked, surprised. "Surely he should make time to visit his wife from time to time. I will tell him as much. Does it not get lonely here, then?"

Daenerys laughed softly, although she would have still expected her lord father to visit his wife from time to time. "That much is true. Perhaps we could go down to Spicetown later, find Jace and Monty? After I slip into something more comfortable and have supper? It is such a nice sunny evening, and the wind is not too strong either. For Driftmark, anyway."

"Then that's what we shall do," said Dany happily and stood. "I shall return briefly and tell you all about Braavos while we eat." With that, she left for her quarters to change.

"Oh, yes. It's very pleasant here," Ser Edmyn observed. "You are blessed, my lady. Driftmark is really quite charming." He spoke with warmth in his voice, his admiration for Dany showing through.

Taena followed with Victory, the young dragon curiously eyeing up the people, her mistress putting a hand on the jewelled collar she wore. Victory was getting bigger already, and it was obvious that her days of following Taena around like a scaled and winged puppy were almost over. In a few months she'd probably struggle to get through the door.