A New Dawn (aGoT) [Clockwork Girl + Mousie]

[clockwork girl]

He said he might know where poor Ser Merick might be, but at his following words the spark of hope in her eyes dimmed away. He hated her father, as many did. Was her blood a stain she would never escape? She felt dismay shoot through her, but even then her countenance did not crack. "I believe you are a better man than my father," she answered solemnly. "I believe you have a stronger sense of morality than to achieve vengeance through a daughter who is not her father." She did not truly know that--what did she know of a man she had met just a moment earlier? But Aeranys wanted to believe he was a good man, if only for how gentle his voice had been when he had taken the collar off of her. Nevertheless, even good men could be tainted with a desire for revenge, and she was still her father's daughter; whether she took after him or not, she could not deny her parentage. It was a discouraging truth, for she knew the horrible things her father had ordered. Had she not seen them in her dragon dreams as a child?


"But if revenge is your goal with little regard for gold, then it won't matter whether I am dead or not." her voice was calm, perhaps too calm as her eyes bored into the older man's like unsheathed blades."Take me to Pentos if you will--take me to this Darius. Present my corpse to him and see if he desires it." She gestured at the dagger he had used to kill the mercenary. "So run me through, good ser. See if it quenches your thirst for vengeance, for I will not be made a slave while the breath remains in my lungs." She could not convince him that she was not like her father. How was such a thing possible? As a Targaryen, as blood of the dragon, perhaps she was branded like any slave on the market.

 

[Mousie]

Merick Yyronwood

Merick opened his eyes finally after a long night of wooziness. The medicine Carvio gave him had done him long ago. As he began to get clear thoughts in his head, he noticed his surroundings were somewhat unfamiliar. He was in the belly of the ship where various pieces of illegal goods have been stashed and ready to smuggle. That damn Carvio, always the opportunist. While he looked at a glimmering statue of a harpy, probably imported from Slavers Bay, a noticed an odd new detail that dripped off the statues breast. It was a trickle of blood coming from the floorboards above.


Before he got up, he noticed that his armor was loosened and that Dawn was missing from its scabbard. He quickly turned his head in multiple directions while he hands groped any surfaces against the floor, hoping to find Dawn as soon as possible. He suddenly heard a shuffling above him with a sudden roar of steel. He quickly let out a heavy sigh before he stood up fully in the cramped space under the ships hold. Luckily, there was a delicate blade in the greedy pile of illegal goods. Although it was an ornamental blade and not used for fighting, he could make due with this. He began to climb towards the main deck of the ship when he heard Aeranys exchange voices with an older mans. He couldn't make out the words precisely because of the throbbing in his head.


Then there was a sudden pause, and Merick took this as the most opportune moment to present himself. As he dead, he climbed from the bottom of the hull and onto the deck silently behind the older man that stood in front of Aeranys. She noticed Merick behind him, as he gave her a clear look to see what sort of signal she would give him. Jorvan's life was in her hands.