Settling In
Twelfth Day of the Ninth Month 289 AC
As soon as you bar the door behind you Dany asks to see the magic you promised her. Fortunately she manages to contain her excitement enough that you do not think she was overheard. Of course the casting of real magic is not the first conclusion an eavesdropper would reach on hearing a child's voice speaking of such things but you would rather not take even slight risks. You use the incantation of petty magic that allows for a variety of small effects, crucially including cleaning. After cleaning the straw mattresses with magic (to the amazed acclaim of your audience of one) you beat the bugs out of them as best you can. Finally you replace the sheets with he ones you brought with you and place the pillows you likewise took from your last home.
After only a token amount of badgering you agree to play with dolls (including but not limited to levitating them so they can be Dragon Riders and changing the color of their dresses to playact the Dance of Dragons). Though you would never admit it you are having fun playing with your power. You are very glad to see your sister laugh wholeheartedly again, feeling more content than you could have imagined possible mere days ago.
Before going to bed you spend the remainder of your petty spells mending various broken personal effects like Dany's writing slate and her mother-of-pearl decorated hairbrush, the last thing the two of you have of your mother's other than her crown... your crown since she crowned you just before her death. You wonder what she would think of you now, here. Would she be proud, angry, sad?
Perhaps one day I could ask her, the thought comes unbidden. There are many tales of mages communing with the dead or even returning them to life. Could it be done? Do you dare take such an act upon yourself? As you fall into a fitful slumber it seems to you that your blood, your magic whispers
Yess filled with pride and a terrible will to dominate all that is. Your dreams are filled with the shades of what you perceived when power woke within you but they are all dispelled by the light of dawn.
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Thirteenth Day of the Ninth Month 289 AC
As you awake you see Varys coiled on the pillow next to you. Such an odd feeling, to know that your unprotected face is inches away from a venomous snake yet feel no concern for your safety. "Are you comfortable?" you ask the little red snake idly. You are in no way prepared for it to nod back deliberately. True it is a sorcerer's familiar but
as the sorcerer you feel you should know if there is any magic about it. Shouldn't you?
You spend hours getting to know the little snake with Dany's enthusiastic help. You try to get a system of simple commands in place for whatever you may use it though you have the feeling it will take days to create one. While Varys is smart it does not seem to be quite man-smart or maybe snakes just think differently.
As you are about to finally go down to see if the tavern offers last night's leftovers as breakfast Dany bids you to ask your reptilian companion one last question: "Are you a boy?"
Varys shakes its, no
her head, somehow looking bemused by the question. You can feel the tips of your ears turn red and Dany snickers all the way down to the taproom.
OOC: In this segment I tried to show the different facets of Viserys' character: The would-be adult we saw the most of so far, the young teenager barely out of childhood and the Dragon-blooded Sorcerer.