"Wind & Words"

Hope

Essos
3 weeks with amnesia
1 week after her first memory

Daenerys

     "Harry how many soldiers did we gain from Meereen? What of the second sons?"
Harry ran his hand through his gold hair, "I'm sorry My Lady, they refused all gold, they're loyal to King Aegon and his Queen. They refuse to join us no matter how much we give them. I'm sorry. Also their new leader Ursha has commanded me to leave, so we must go back to Dorne and try to assemble more men. I hear the King has more than 50,000 in his army not including the soldiers at the Red Keep."

    Daenerys shook her head, "This will not do, you're right, we need to return to Dorne and get more men. Or all this will be for not."
Harry nodded agreeing with her.
Daenerys sighed, "Let's be on our way then, I'd like to leave in one hour but first I'd want to go into the market to say goodbye to a new friend."
Harry creased his brows together, "New friend? Who's this new friend My Lady?"
Daenerys smiled, "A gypsy lady I met a week ago. Don't leave without me Harry, I'll be back."
"As you wish." Harry stated while he walked away to let the crew know they'd be sailing to Dorne in an hour.

     Daenerys wore her black sparing attire and this time she was not cloaked, she allowed her silver hair to sway freely. She would never let her sister control her again.
She walked off the wooden ramp, she received nods and gawking stares from men at the port.
Daenerys ignored all advances and kept walking with her head held high.
Ashara has been keeping her distance lately and in all honesty Daenerys didn't mind.

    After twenty minutes of walking, she made her way to the location where she'd been given the winter rose.
She stopped in front of the brown skin hut and looked at all the beautiful new flowers Yaya had on display.
Daenerys reached for a white gardenia and brought it up to her nose. She inhaled the strong floral scent and then placed it down when she was startled by Yaya's voice.
    "That's not your special flower dearie."
Daenerys gave her a wide grin, "Yaya, how are you this day my friend?"
Yaya smiled back, "Oh I'm alright. These old legs haven't failed me yet, they keep me going. How about you my dear?"
Daenerys chuckled, "Actually I'm here to say farewell, so I'm not too pleased about that."
Yaya's head hung and then she looked up at her. She walked over to Daenerys and placed both hands on her cheeks.
"I'll see you very soon my dear, you promised to come see me when you're in Essos."
Daenerys grinned and felt her heart sink, "I will come to see you Yaya, I promise. Also you don't need to call me dearie, my name is Daenerys Blackfyre. If you ever want to come find me, now you know my name."
Yaya laughed, "That's why your hair is white, because you're a descendant of the bastard Targaryens! I knew I'd seen those violet eyes before. This old brain just couldn't remember. Oh I always wanted to gaze upon such a unique beauty."
Daenerys was confused, 'bastard Targaryen? I'm related to the King in Westeros?'
Her thinking was interrupted by Yaya.
"If you're a Blackfyre I don't understand why you'd be drawn to a winter rose? Blackfyre's aren't from those parts? Do you know someone from the North in Westeros?"
Daenerys shook her head, "I'm afraid I don't remember. I'm sorry Yaya, I've got to leave or my ship shall depart without me."
Daenerys tried to change the subject so she embraced the old black haired gypsy woman. When they both broke their moment Daenerys walked away waving goodbye to Yaya.
The old gypsy waved back with tears in her eyes.
Daenerys turned to face forward and the questions Yaya asked her began turning in her head.
"Bastard Targaryen...Do I know someone from the northern part of Westeros?"
Daenerys would ask her sister, perhaps she'd know the answer to these pending questions.
    She boarded the ship once again and stood by side of the boat as they sailed away from Essos towards Dorne.
Daenerys didn't feel comfort, as if she was going home, she felt confused and lost.
She hoped as the days progressed she'd remember, something or anything to help her understand who she is.