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[northerndragon]

[If she stares at him for longer than is proper, he does the same to her.

Back when he was a boy, he felt that his birth made it easier -- and important -- for him to understand people just by watching and listening. He's had cause to doubt his skill at it, seven daggers' worth of cause, but still, he knows he is more perceptive than many he meets.

He wouldn't say that he understands her now, but he does understand her better than he had when he knocked on her door a few hours ago. The fact that he feels like he knows her better than he did comes into his look now, but so does a hint of curiosity.

She isn't much like anyone he's ever met. He knows that much. Not a marriage prize, like most highborn girls, but a queen in her own right. Without breaking his gaze, he nods, small and slow, in agreement.]

Aye. More than they bargained for.

[More than he had, too. What exactly had he been expecting, when he was summoned to meet someone, a woman even younger than him, who had been given the name The Mother of Dragons? Not this.

He finds another place to look -- down at the ale in his hand.]

Who's going to notice our absence?

[He is of little importance in New Amsterdam.]

[dragonwarder]

[She allows him to hold her gaze while he muddles through his thoughts.]

It is the magic of this place. The sort that lets us send pictures to one another with a mere thought.

[Though Jon looks away, she does not. Her eyelids lower slightly as she recants the memory — of conversations she’d had with others, about the possibility that they were being watched or tracked. Nobody had a convincing answer for her.

It was easy for a queen to be paranoid about such things.]

The Displaced are not often thought of kindly, anymore. It would serve you well to remember that there are many here who seek to make our lives difficult in any way they can.