you'll be alright ; no one can hurt you now. ( OPEN )

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Characters: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, and you!
Where: The Mockingjay Bakery ( and above apartment )
When: 19th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Moving! Mattress acquired, the Knight and the Princess make themselves a home. Scandalous.

For a girl from the Seam who grew up with nothing and had to fight just to live, the overwhelming welcome and riches and praise showered on her for the happenstance of her occupation has been a little overwhelming for Katniss. She isn't surprised that Peeta has many people who enjoy him, who find his company pleasant... He's had that from the beginning. A warm smile, a kind word... A hearty laugh. It's like he can't help making friends, no matter where he goes. But Katniss isn't accustomed to people regarding her highly. She was met with appreciation in District Eleven, thunderous applause in the Capitol, but it wasn't anything like this. She's respected - truly respected - here.

There were whispers all around them, of course, about the circumstances surrounding their new housing situation. Rumors flew like birds between the townspeople. The Knight who didn't lift the heavy things for her Princess. Unwed and planning to share a bed. Scandal. She couldn't bring herself to care. They were here. Peeta was safe. She was safe. Rue was safe. She would invite Rue to live with them, too. They could share a bed, the three of them. It wouldn't be the same with the young girl there as it was on the train, or in the Arena, but it would be warm and comfortable.

Peeta managed to find a mattress that would actually be soft and like a real bed. She wondered if it would be like the Capitol mattresses, or the ones they had in their District. Soft and pillowy, versus tolerable and a little harder. She hoped it was pillowy. Adjusting to a new place was difficult enough without being uncomfortable. Then again, she would have been find with flour sacks stuffed with soft pine needles if it meant Peeta could help quell the nightmares that plagued her and left her restless and tired. So, so tired.

Today, they were moving their things into the apartment above Peeta's bakery. The doors were, as always, left open, so that friends and acquaintances could come assist if they wanted. Or, if they simply wanted to visit, they could do that as well. They may find Peeta and Katniss hefting the mattress up the stairs, or if they arrive later, they might find them moving other furniture, or settled upstairs already, decorating. Later still and they may just be enjoying something to eat. While she doesn't necessarily trust it, their door remains open for the remainder of the day, regardless of what point in their moving and decorating they are experiencing.

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Once most of the heavy moving was done, Katniss took it upon herself to go find something for them to eat. Well... Not find. Hunt. She managed to purchase a decent bow and a quiver of well-made arrows in the first couple of days, but she hadn't been afforded much time to use them. She got a couple of rabbits, and was sitting in a corner at a small table, cleaning them to prepare for a meal. She looked up at the sound of steps, and offered a small smile. She recognized this girl. This was the girl who felt similar anger to what she felt, with the Capitol, and their games.

"Hi," she said quietly, setting her knife and the rabbits aside and wiping her hands on a cloth. Her eyes flitted to the dragon on the girl's shoulder. "... What is he?"

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The greeting is unfamiliar to her, but as Katniss shows her face, so does Daenerys turn, taking in her appearance. The girl, Katniss, looks well, and Daenerys greets her in kind, with a nod of her head. "You look well," She says, not frightened and much like a cornered animal, as she reminded her of when they spoke.

At the question she glances at Drogon; who swivels his head and pins Katniss with a red stare. "He is a dragon. The last of three in all the world. He is called Drogon." There is fondness there, all the while a string of pride wraps tightly around each word. He is her child.

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"I've been adjusting," she replies, offering a smile to the girl. She's been so kind, ever since Katniss arrived here. How can she not smile? Maybe they can even be friends. She seems to know Peeta, and she has a certain fire-like quality that Katniss can relate to.

A dragon. She's never heard of a dragon before. She's never seen one, either. "Is he dangerous?" She stands, and slowly makes her way toward the blonde. No, not blonde. Her hair is -- silver. Like moonlight. Katniss wonders if it's that way naturally. "Can I touch him?"

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"That is good to hear. It puts my mind at ease." She says lightly, smiling back more genuinely. This girl is young and old, like her. She has the same darknesses in her eyes, and their stories are different but perhaps she can be trusted. If she knows anything this girl is in a world that oppresses her, not unlike her own.

"He is not to those I could consider friend." Daenerys watches her quietly, her violet eyes observant. To that she extends her arm, waits for Drogon to flutter onto it before he is at a distance for Katniss to reach for him. He does, and Dany watches with a smile.

"He will not harm you."

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"Thank you, for your concern."

Katniss isn't sure how to handle someone she barely knows caring so much about her welfare. It's... strange. Not in the way the Capitol citizens tried to care, just because she was a favorite, but in a genuine way. She's not used to it; not from anyone but those she's close to. And even then, sometimes, it's difficult for her to adjust.

Her eyes flit to the dragon and she smiles. Animals react better if there's an air of calm about the person approaching them. She knows that from hunting. It's easy not to be nervous, because of her experience there. If you're nervous, or frightened, they can sense it. She is not frightened. Katniss takes another step closer, and she reaches out to gently caress Drogon's head. "He's beautiful," she murmurs, completely in awe of this creature. She pets him a little less tentatively, taking in the feel of his scales on her fingertips. He's smooth, like a stone; not just any stone, though. One whose surface has been polished for many years by waters running through a river.

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It is concern not always given easily. As a Queen she wishes compassion over wrath, yet she has not always had the time to give it over justice. Lately she would rather be content to plant seeds of prosperity than continue to engage in war. Yet if she cannot tame her cities she cannot hope to be prepared to march and reclaim the kingdoms.

Here, there is a bit of respite that she will not deny herself. She watches the exchange carefully.
Drogon in response presses the top of his smooth head against Katniss' palm, a little whirring sound in his throat. Daenerys chuckles then, a bit surprised but with a fondness in her voice. "He likes you."

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Katniss is a bit surprised at the return of affection the small creature offers, but she doesn't retract her hand. She isn't used to being able to pet thinks. Buttercup never lets her get close. He hates her, and it's mutual. Disgusting cat. But this... This animal is beautiful and unlike anything she ever could have dreamt. She looks up at Daenerys, but continues to pet him. "I like him, too," she murmurs.

He radiates heat. He reminds her of the flames that engulfed her at both of her games, the fire that the world would never forget her for. Perhaps the girl on fire was more akin to conflagration than she suspected. "Is he always so calm?"