[Daenerys looks less out of her element than she had initially. Thanks to Sansa, she's ditched most of the mismatched clothing and exchanged it for a simple black leatherette hi-low dress, worn over a sheer red gown of sorts. Small scales are embroidered with red and silver thread in the sleeves and near her shoulders.
Her hair has also blessedly been tamed by Prompto, despite its short length. It hadn't taken overly long for Daenerys to seek the quiet of the table -- for as much as she was the people's queen, it was easy to be overwhelmed with such...familiarity. Also the music.
But Prompto had been kind, and she is not about to forsake the nameday of one of her new acquaintances on the basis of discomfort. Instead, she's sitting at the table attempting to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on her finger (and had not been since she was dumped out of that vehicle) and eyeballing the box of waffles.
In her other hand is a mostly untouched glass of spiced wine.]
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Her hair has also blessedly been tamed by Prompto, despite its short length. It hadn't taken overly long for Daenerys to seek the quiet of the table -- for as much as she was the people's queen, it was easy to be overwhelmed with such...familiarity. Also the music.
But Prompto had been kind, and she is not about to forsake the nameday of one of her new acquaintances on the basis of discomfort. Instead, she's sitting at the table attempting to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on her finger (and had not been since she was dumped out of that vehicle) and eyeballing the box of waffles.
In her other hand is a mostly untouched glass of spiced wine.]
Quite the feast you've prepared, my lord.