[Sieglinde's room in Oska is, at first glance... chaotic. Everywhere there are books and half finished spells and mechanical baubles and bubbling science experiments, trophies and useful items filched from the worlds they've visited... and there on a tiny portion of the table made clear, is their meal. Sieglinde feels much more "at home" (whatever home was anymore) here, in her own laboratory and not borrowed space in other worlds, and she perches gracefully on a stool even as she beckons Daenerys in with a smile, the chair opposite her cleared off.
She looks far more rested than in Woodhurst. Far less, (though still much), weighing on her mind.]
In both food and jewelry both?
[The diamonds she assumes the queen plans to take from the beautiful crown she wears, which Sieglinde admires openly. Her familiar also spares a look, but the skull-faced canine soon just curls back up on Sieglinde's bed.]
That is a lovely piece of work. Your artisans do very delicate settings.
[Queens did have jewels- usually. She assumes it is from Daenerys' own world.]
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She looks far more rested than in Woodhurst. Far less, (though still much), weighing on her mind.]
In both food and jewelry both?
[The diamonds she assumes the queen plans to take from the beautiful crown she wears, which Sieglinde admires openly. Her familiar also spares a look, but the skull-faced canine soon just curls back up on Sieglinde's bed.]
That is a lovely piece of work. Your artisans do very delicate settings.
[Queens did have jewels- usually. She assumes it is from Daenerys' own world.]