[ His scales are hot even inches before her fingertips reach him, enough to burn and blister the skin if contact is prolonged. But if Drogon is fire made flesh, then so is she. Her fingers rove over the ridges upon his left cheek, drinking in his warmth, and two terrible eyes bore into her, burning red.
But when Loki's suggestion reaches her ears, she breaks from her trance to look over her shoulder with contained curiosity. Red eyes become green, unearthly bright. ]
And what manner of height would that be? [ she demands. ] Teleportation? Flight? [ The smile as she closes the distance between them is both suspicious and cautiously excited, in the way that a child isn't certain about a gift being hidden behind a playmate's back. ]
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But when Loki's suggestion reaches her ears, she breaks from her trance to look over her shoulder with contained curiosity. Red eyes become green, unearthly bright. ]
And what manner of height would that be? [ she demands. ] Teleportation? Flight? [ The smile as she closes the distance between them is both suspicious and cautiously excited, in the way that a child isn't certain about a gift being hidden behind a playmate's back. ]