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[ineffabilities]

RULES.
1. Post with the muse you want! Here's my muselist for your convenience. Optional: a scenario, an image or just a prompt, in any form.
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cha-cha-cha something whatever kneel before us before we roast you and rip you apart

[needsnoheadsman]

He glanced around for a moment, then said, quietly, "There isn't much I can remember, beyond a year or so ago." Not completely the truth, he remembered the pounding of drums in blood-soaked nightmares, but that wasn't something she needed to know. "All I know is that there's something in the north that I could almost remember."

He let out a shaky breath. "But I don't know what it is, and--I doubt it'll be all that pleasant. All I ask is that you help me find it."

That sounds about right.

[dracosanguine]

Whatever she'd been expecting him to say, that hadn't been it. She looked up at him, amethyst eyes meeting stormy blue ones as she weighed his words and his offer. She needed to find out more of the truth of this land, less fables and lies fed to her by sycophants and more of what was truly being said, what was needed here before she waged her own war.

He didn't want her body or her gold. More her company and... what? Help to find memories he'd lost himself? Perhaps it would give her the time she needed to find the real Westeros under the lies. Perhaps this was some hand of the fates guiding her to a companion that had no ulterior motives for her, who relied on her as opposed to the other way around.

Perhaps that was exactly what she needed. "I will, as long as you'll have me, and I'll do my best to help you find these lost memories of yours."

yep exactly right

[needsnoheadsman]

Her eyes were violet, and there was something there, something he could nearly recall, from rumors and hearsay. Still--it couldn't be, right? Besides, he needed help, he couldn't deny that, and she seemed more trustworthy than the people around them. He just hoped that whoever he was had been a half-decent judge of character before.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded, relaxing visibly. "Thank you. And--whatever you'll need of me, aside from my horse, I would gladly give."

Death to the Lannisters?

[dracosanguine]

"Your company will be enough, as will your sword if we happen upon those with ill intent. Do you have plans to head out soon, or were you planning on bedding down here this night?"

His relief was visible and Daenerys could detect no facade to go alone with it. The poor man was clearly distraught over the lack of his memories and wished to find at least some peace. Perhaps Dany could atone for the lives she'd lost through carelessness and the wrong choices. Perhaps it was only a small drop in the bucket against her sins, but it was a drop. "You can call me Dany, since you must call me something while we're in each other's company."

something like that

[needsnoheadsman]

"I was thinking I'd sleep here for the night, if there was a spare bed, but I could change my plans if you want me to."

He paused for a moment, his fingers tapping out an absentminded beat on the wood. Right--names. How many names had he gone by, on the way north? "Rickard," he decided, finally. It seemed...not right, none of them ever were, but familiar enough. "If you have to call me anything, call me that."

Lannisters, Freys, and anyone who sucks =)

[dracosanguine]

"I prefer to travel by night, but if you're tired, you can sleep in the saddle." There wasn't a Dothraki alive who couldn't eat, shit, sleep, or do anything they could on the ground on horseback. Daenerys had learned what she could while she could, and she could keep a sleeping man in the saddle with her. "I find it better to avoid those who prey on travelers."

And her dragons could escort them unseen, which was most definitely an asset.