jalan[ Unlike most instances when Daenerys addresses the network or those on it individually, she is more practical today than pretty. Intricate braids decorate her hair, but they likewise serve a purpose to control silver waves and keep them lashed down. Her face is clear of makeup, and her garments, leather and wool, are better suited for adventuring than high fashion.
Behind her, a late afternoon Virginian landscape from on high, as if she has climbed Whitetop Mountain just to make her pronouncement. ]
In light of recent attacks and violences against our little minority, I'm moved to address the fact that my imPort bodyguard has since been vanished home again. [ Feelings on the subject are mild, or have already been processed, practical in the moment. ] I envy her. And I've yet to determine whether appointing another is necessary, but--
[ The wind swamps her speakers, and she squints against it while it endures, before she starts again. ]
But I would be remiss if I did not learn how to defend myself. If there are those among you both adept at physical defense as well as willing to teach someone who is not, I'd like to come to an arrangement. I've no instinct for weaponry, [ she adds, to fend off the prospect of sword lessons and the like. ] But I would welcome the advice.
I hope you all remain safe. We have but one another.
[ Her message finishes with an understated smile, and an odd sound in the background, an animal, bass-deep purr, that some would recognise as to belonging to a dragon. Most may just think it to be more noise interference. She ends the transmission there. ]