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    DarkClan hadn't been for her. There'd been so many siblings there, all of whom's accomplishments greatly overshadowed hers. Nadia hadn't been that driven of a child. She had embraced her childhood, lived out her innocent curiosity to the fullest extent before crashing down hard into the world of responsible adults. By the time her blood had been injected with a dose of reality, she wasn't too keen on trying to make a name for herself in her old home. No, she wanted something new.


    Waiting for someone to come across her seated at the border, the domestic feline would sit there boredly, blues eyes flitting around aimlessly. "Helloo? Anybody home?"


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    The stallion trotted up, making sure to leave the feline extra room, not wanting to accidentally trample her, seeing as she was quite small compared to his monsterous body. He was a large black horse, not the largest animal in the kingdom, but certainly not the smallest, by far not the smallest. His eyes drifted from Blindlove to the loner, what could they possibly want here?

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    The first to arrive was quite polite. Perhaps the cordial behaviour would've appealed to some, but the vampiric feline found it to be quite dull or boring. There was no spice in life when one adhered to social etiquettes, and the former DarkClanner was all for a little excitement to spark up her day.


    Wrinkling her nose a little, the femme would respond: "I'm Nadia. I've also got a ton a last names I wouldn't particularly enjoy to bore you with, though if necessary, I can oblige. I'm here to join."


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    There was a small smile of amusement at Nadia's response. Jaehaerys was proud of his own family name--Targaryen--but these other families forcing their offspring to tack on every name under the sun just seemed a little bit ridiculous to him.


    "Welcome to Westeros, Nadia," the Warden rumbled, dipping his head in greeting. "Jaehaerys Targaryen. A pleasure to meet you." Another member for Westeros was good, but he detected another scent on her--another group, perhaps? People left and joined new groups all the time, so he assumed that may be the case for her.


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    Having a lot of last names could be annoying, especially when some had such long and tedious ones that had no need to be spoken again. Saphyr technically had no last name since she wasn't a Stark by blood, and her pride for it wasn't something to look too deeply into. Her personality generally didn't include pride in family names. She paid no heed to the scent that belonged to and identified Nadia, instead just dipping her head after arriving beside the other Westerosi. "Welcome to Westeros." She said. "I'm Saphyr."

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    "Likewise.", the female would say back, tilting her head slightly to look at Jaehaerys. There was a lack of genuinity in her voice, but her tone wasn't exactly dismissive or cold either. In fact, it seemed to be flavoured with a tinge of curiosity. Although it was a little embarrassing to verbally admit, Nadia had also had an interest with dragons, ever since meeting that one who'd nearly scorched as a child back in DarkClan. It's name had long since been forgotten, but she remembered the power it possessed that could be felt with each flap it made through the sky. She was jealous of its abilities, but her jealousy didn't stop her from wanting to discover more.


    Moving her gaze over to Saphyr, the curiosity that had momentarily sharpened her gaze disappeared, but she offered up a smile to the stranger. "Thanks love, it's nice to be welcomed."


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    His head turned slightly as he spotted Saphyr's approach. Though he had ill impressions of the maester upon first meeting the Stark, those feelings had been mellowed out slightly as they talked more after the competition. Currently, he was a little bit unsure of what to make of her, as Jaehaerys did not know her true motivations.


    His attention turned back towards the newcomer as he offered, "You're welcomed to stay at Dragonstone if you would like. Feel free to ask for me if you need anything."

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    "That's the Targaryen house, right?", Nadia would ask. Although Westeros was a little strange and had a different method of governing then the other groups, she had done a bit of research. Or at least, she'd tried to. "If it makes a difference to you, one of my last names is Targaryen."



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    There was a spark of interest in his eyes at Nadia's words. A possible member of House Targaryen, perhaps? It had been a while since he had last seen his siblings. "Yes, that is the Targaryen stronghold," Jaehaerys rumbled. He tilted his head slightly as he continued, "May I ask if you are related to Boreas Targaryen?"


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    Boreas? What? "Uh... My mum's name is Catelyn. Or was, I don't know if she's changed it or not, that seems to be all the rage lately.", the femme would say, pausing for a moment to think. "My father - adoptive father - his name was Elijah. I think I had a sister named Electra, a half sister who went by the name of Octavia. Do any of those ring a bell? Because I really cannot think of anyone else." Nadia wasn't very close to her family, if that wasn't apparent already.


    Turning to face Blindlove, the names of the foods that the female states were enough to bring a furrow to her brow. She knew what the were, of course, but the feline had never thought of them as real forms of nourishment. Perhaps in this group they did things different. "Thanks, but I believe I'll manage."


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    Jaehaerys had heard of others taking up the Targaryen name--perhaps Nadia was a descendant from one of them? Then again, many Targaryens were extremely fertile and roamed a lot--the Warden was willing to give Nadia the benefit of doubt and assume that in some convoluted way, they might be distantly related. "I have not heard of those names, but my great-grandfather Boreas had many descendants. It is quite possible that we may be related as cousins," the white dragon finally stated.

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    Boreas? Ace's ears pricked as he heard the name of the dragon he had formerly looked up to. Ace was silent as he came over slowly, listening into the conversation. He didn't recongize any of the names that Nadia listed, but Octavia rang a bell. He couldn't quite put where, though. "Like the others have already said, welcome!" He barked, finally deciding to speak up. "I'm Ace Lannister, Master of Alliances. It's a pleasure to meet you, Nadia."
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    "That would only be through named and family history then, I believe.", Nadia would say, "Certainly not through our current bodies. And thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you as well.""


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    Jaehaerys made a small rumble of amusement at her remark. "May I invite you on a tour, perhaps?" the Warden suggested, raising a slight brow at the newcomer. His pale gaze momentarily went to Ace as the canine approach, though his attention went back to Nadia just as quickly.

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    His chuckle prompted a happy, yet almost proud smile to her face. Whatever he choose to identify it as, it was one of the first genuine emotions to appear from Nadia all night. It was the little amount of affirmation that she needed to really feel welcomed here. Of course, everyone said it was a pleasure to have her, here, but they surely must feel a little bit of obligation to do so. It couldn't all be truthful. Or, maybe it could be. But Nadia herself could not fathom the idea of anyone being so selflessly kind, so she brushed over that possibility without giving it much thought.


    "You may.", the vampire would say, her tone light.


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    She replied with an affirmative and the white dragon extended a white foreleg, inviting the feline to hop onto it so that she could be carried. Jaehaerys was extremely finicky about letting others ride on his back, since he saw it as something demeaning him into a beast of burden. Extremely prideful, wasn't he? But that was befitting his station as a Targaryen and a Warden of the South.


    "It's easier to travel by flight and there's a better view of everything from above," the Targaryen added.

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    There was something strange about sitting on a drsgon's foot, but after only a brief moment of hesitation, the vampiric feline obliged. "I'll take your word for it.", Nadia would say as she hopped onto his foreleg. She was rather excited by the prospect of flying, even if it wasn't her doing the actual soaring through the air.


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    The dragon attempted to enclose his talons slightly to provide Nadia a better platform to stand on and to ensure that the feline would not tumble off mid-flight. That would be quite disastrous and give the wrong impression to the newcomer, though if that happened, Jaehaerys was sure that he would be able to catch her mid air. "Comfortable?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.