[ Drogon stretches his wings, and Loki's lips curl into a wicked little smile. a finger taps his nose, only once, to both show that he's unafraid, and that he's demanding his attention for a moment. teleportation takes some attention, and he'd best not take Drogon unaware. a hand lays over Dany's where she holds Drogon to herself, his pinky leaning out to touch the hot scales. he needs some contact to conduct the spell, however brief it is.
there's a mutter beneath his breath, an old language caught on the wind, and reality calls to attention and splits around them. they're no longer in the hot winds of the storm, being pelted by tiny grains of sand, but in the hollow of a cave, filled with humidity while the echoes of the storm howl outside. ]
Much better.
[ suddenly everything seems a lot louder now that they're free of the noise, the changes in environment hitting on charged senses. ]
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there's a mutter beneath his breath, an old language caught on the wind, and reality calls to attention and splits around them. they're no longer in the hot winds of the storm, being pelted by tiny grains of sand, but in the hollow of a cave, filled with humidity while the echoes of the storm howl outside. ]
Much better.
[ suddenly everything seems a lot louder now that they're free of the noise, the changes in environment hitting on charged senses. ]