[ Early in the day Dany begins with seeking information on securing new housing for both her and Viserys. The available options are fair enough (to someone that has never ever had to pay for their stay, anywhere). However, a few days of work is not enough to pay for any of these places yet, so it's all window shopping until then.

Eventually - and reluctantly, Dany makes her way Gefion Park. The spot she chooses is out in the open and near the lake, not far from the last time - though warmer and cloudier. Back facing the where the sun must be hiding behind the clouds, she looks comfortable enough sitting on the grass - minus the knife clutched in one hand. Weak as her shadow is, it's still there.

On silent command the shade raises from the ground in front of her, shapeless and... well, barely visible. Up and down it bobs for a few minutes before Dany's fingers clench around the borrowed knife and she reaches for the power that summoned the shadow to life. The dispersal happens with no resistance this time. Her shoulders relax and she starts again. All magic comes with a price. But lacking soldiers, lacking armies and her Queensguard, what else can she do? The situation in Asgard continues to worsen, cowering at ghosts is no good. This is what she must learn.

Out of her coat Dany grabs what she now knows to be called a flashlight, setting it in a way that gives her a proper, or at least visibly darker shadow. Like this you might find her with a child-sized shadow blob, watching it dance in small circles around her. Or a cat that doesn't do much but twitch its tail and stare. Or a bird, raven-like in shape. As Dany readies to disperse this one too she lets the neck and tail elongate, lets the beak fill with teeth. Widening wings beat at the air - after one false start the tiny not-quite-dragon-shade takes to the sky. ]

[ It's late when she arrives back to the Welcome Hall and sets to work in the kitchen. Anyone that stops in to get dinner will find a section of the enchanted table already taken over. A bowl of fruits (figs, dates, pieces of peach and melon), a loaf of bread and goat's cheese, slices of spiced and honeyed meat (not dog, possibly some horse in there). Surprisingly little of the latter is burnt.

Too much for her alone, just enough to share with any of the people in the house that she is soon to leave. ]