In the quiet of his tent, Drogo looked over the face of the young girl laying on his bed. Her features were fair other than the bruising and a long scar crossing her face. His rough finger traced it before lifting her lip to see white teeth.

So, she did not have the hair, skin or teeth of a witch. Still, she had to have some magic inside of her. To appear out of nowhere in the middle of his camp and wearing such strange garments. Taking them in his hands, the garment she wore as a top was soft and pleasing to the skin. The lower garments, however, seemed constricting and the fabric was somewhat rough.

Drogo took a long pull of his wine as he watched her stir. When Celia's eyes opened she moved away from him quickly, tears in her eyes. "Where is my egg? I would like it back please." Reaching to his side, he produced her silver treasure, curiosity in his eyes. "How did you come by a dragon's egg?"

Blinking as he handed it to her, she shook her head. "It isn't really an egg. It's a candle." Holding it up, she intended to show him the wick, but she couldn't find it. She then found out how heavy it was and gasped, turning her eyes to it for the first time.

It had changed, slightly. It was still it's bright silver color, but it now held specks of blue around its shell. Drogo watched her as she looked it over in wonder. "So tell me girl, if you are not a witch, how did you come to be here?" Laying the egg into her lap, Celia began her long tale, telling him everything. She wasn't sure why but it came spilling out of her like water.

As she finished, she watched as he paced across the length of his tent, in deep thought. Celia knew he wouldn't believe her and that she would probably die, but strangely, that didn't bother her. She'd wished that she would die lots of times. To have it finally happen would be a relief.

Drogo turned to her quickly, looking her over once more. "I am Khal Drogo. I am the leader of this camp. As long as you stay close to me or inside of this tent, no harm shall come to you. I feel as if you might have been sent from the Gods to test me, so we will see how things happen."

Blinking in shocked silence, Celia nodded and wrapped the cloth tighter around herself. "My name is Celia Bowman and I appreciate you keeping me safe. I'm not sure how I came to be here, but I just want to go home." When the words left her mouth, she found herself laughing. It sounded ridiculous even to her ears.

Drogo didn't understand her laughter but made his way to the opening of his tent. "I will have Ashi help you bathe and dress." Celia watched him as he left and she turned her attention back to the egg in her lap. Somehow, it had transformed and was no longer a candle. She wanted to do all she could to figure out how.

Ashi came in soon with a large tub and hot water. Since the language barrier was still between them, Ashi used motions to tell Celia what to do. When she got into the bath, Ashi touched a jar of paste and then touched her back, letting Celia know that after her bath, she would add the paste to the whipping wounds on her skin.

Celia smiled and nodded at Ashi, who began to wash her hair. As she did this, Celia fought off embarrassment and thought of her situation. So she was in Essos, in Khal Drogo's camp. Apparently he spoke more english than he did in the show and that was a relief.

When she thought of going back home, Celia wondered why she would even want to. So far she had endured abuse in both places, but Drogo seemed to not want her harmed, which confused her. However, if he felt she was sent by the Gods, that kind of made sense.

After bathing, Ashi motioned to Celia's hair as if asking what to do. Celia got an idea of something she had always wanted to do. Grabbing a knife from the table, she caught Ashi's cautious eye. Celia carefully took the sharp end of the blade and ran it along the circle of her head, showing Ashi that she wanted a shaved undercut.

Smiling in understanding, Ashi pointed to the cushion and began the nerve wracking (at least on Celia's end) task of cutting her hair. When she finished, Ashi then braided the long hair of the mohawk that Celia had left.

Soon after, Ashi moved to a pile of clothes and presented them to Celia. It looked to be a leather halter style top with an open back Celia assumed so her wounds could heal. The bottom of the top rested at her hip bones.

The rest of the outfit consisted of leather pants and an over skirt that looked away too long and hot. Taking a knife, Celia set the pants aside and used the blade to modify the skirt. She kept it solid to her mid thigh and then made slits around the material. Turning the pants into under shorts to wear under the skirt and she was finished.

When she put on the shorts and the skirt, Ashi watched how the skirt moved in appreciation. The slices this girl had made would allow for more airflow and keep oneself cooler. Nodding to the pale girl, she held out the boots for Celia to put on while she applied the paste.

When Ashi finished with her back, she brought out a small jar of black ink and began to shade around Celia's eyes. It wasn't much and Celia knew that she was doing it to protect her eyes from the sun. Ashi and others could be seen sporting the same shade.

However, using a bit of the ink, Celia could feel Ashi lining her lips with it as well. Blinking in confusion, Celia moved to the dirty water in the tub and gasped as she saw her reflection. She looked NOTHING like herself! The black of the ink made her emerald eyes much more prominent. Sure she still had bruising and that awful scar, but as of this moment, Celia felt almost beautiful.

Turning to Ashi, she grabbed her hands. "Thank you." Understanding the gesture, Ashi returned her smile but froze when Drogo came back into the room. His eyes widened as he took in Celia's new appearance and he turned them to Ashi.

Speaking in Dothraki, Celia could only assume that he had told her to leave, because Ashi left quickly. Swallowing with nervousness, Celia backed away from him as he stalked towards her, his eyes dark. "What have you done?!"

Celia stammered over her answer, not sure what was wrong. "I b-bathed and then Ashi helped me with my hair so I don't die of heat stroke! Then she p-put this stuff on my face and I don't know!" Wringing her hands she gasped as she felt his rough fingers on her chin, turning her face to the left and the right.

After a few moments, he nodded, releasing her. "It suits you." That was all he said as he sat in a chair and offered her food. "I've discussed your arrival with the elders we have here and they agree that you were sent from the Great Stallion."

Blinking as she sat down, Celia had no idea how to respond to that. "Would you like a new Dothraki name?" Hearing his question, she turned to him and smiled softly. "A new identity sounds like a good idea. I don't know any names though."

Watching her for a moment, Drogo ate a few bites of food before he answered. "Halli." Celia thought about it for a moment and smiled. "I like it. Halli (pronounced hah-lah). Thank you, Drogo." He said nothing, but kept eating, keeping the interpretation of the name to himself. It meant flower and he would never reveal it to her. Her eyes were such a spectacular green that it reminded him of green grass and hillsides of flowers.

He had seen much in his journeys but nothing like this girl before him. He fully believed that she'd been sent by the Great Stallion, and he couldn't wait to see it's purpose for him and his people.