[It is a great deal for Daenerys to take in. After Meereen and the Red Waste, this world, these locations, left her dizzy and out of place. It had been a long while since Dany felt like a lost princess, but being surrounded by unfamiliar technology and in a new world, she felt small and uncertain again. She had glanced at the space ships, but steered away, looking for anything that might be familiar and give her some idea of what this world was exactly.
She had never been one for plants and herbs, but the greenhouse at least was the closest thing to home that she could find so far. The farm as well, though it was the horses she was drawn to, instinctively searching for her Silver among them, but knowing she wouldn't be here.
Finally, she lingered in the Hospital, imagining if there was anywhere that might give her some information, it would be a place of healing. Regardless where she was, she would ask the same question:]
What do you call this world?
II. Network: un: stormborn
[There's the sound of fumbling before the sound turns on, unbeknownst to the holder. Muttering can be heard:]
Daenerys Targaryen | ASOIAF
[It is a great deal for Daenerys to take in. After Meereen and the Red Waste, this world, these locations, left her dizzy and out of place. It had been a long while since Dany felt like a lost princess, but being surrounded by unfamiliar technology and in a new world, she felt small and uncertain again. She had glanced at the space ships, but steered away, looking for anything that might be familiar and give her some idea of what this world was exactly.
She had never been one for plants and herbs, but the greenhouse at least was the closest thing to home that she could find so far. The farm as well, though it was the horses she was drawn to, instinctively searching for her Silver among them, but knowing she wouldn't be here.
Finally, she lingered in the Hospital, imagining if there was anywhere that might give her some information, it would be a place of healing. Regardless where she was, she would ask the same question:]
What do you call this world?
II. Network: un: stormborn
[There's the sound of fumbling before the sound turns on, unbeknownst to the holder. Muttering can be heard:]
Blast this thing. How does it turn on?
Really? They expect me to use this.
I am of half of mind to throw it at the wall.
III. Wildcard
[Choose your own adventure!]