[ Somehow, the prospect doesn't seem to frighten her, though she's knelt to anchor herself to the ground as best as she's able. Dany reaches for him, and Drogon chooses that moment to flutter his wings, relieved to have the room to stretch. She withdraws her hand again for a moment to steady him, chiding: ] Oh, stop that! [ Anyone watching might think she were scolding a child in the middle of some market, not a dragon in the middle of a deadly storm.
Loki's hand is caught on the second try, Drogon's small body pinned flush against her own with one arm. His tail comes undone from her neck, lashing in the wind like a whip, and Dany grasps Loki's long fingers tightly to draw herself up as the dragon screeches warnings in her ear. There is sand in her hair and in her mouth, though now at least she needn't squint or shield her eyes. ]
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Loki's hand is caught on the second try, Drogon's small body pinned flush against her own with one arm. His tail comes undone from her neck, lashing in the wind like a whip, and Dany grasps Loki's long fingers tightly to draw herself up as the dragon screeches warnings in her ear. There is sand in her hair and in her mouth, though now at least she needn't squint or shield her eyes. ]