[ For all her permission, Dany had gasped audibly when he'd swept her up, unaccustomed to sudden seizure meaning her anything but ill. Just a hair before they'd vanished, she'd flung her arms instinctively around his neck to ground herself, and now--
--Now they were airborne, the desolate landscape somehow made lovely below them. Now it was an elaborate carpet, with patches of green vegetation to soften the stone, white wisps and misshapen swirls interrupting the climes. There's a sudden roil in her stomach at the feeling that she's no longer standing upon anything, that her center is gone, and she turns to rest her head upon his shoulder as though searching behind them, closing her eyes where he cannot see how temporarily ill she feels.
It's Drogon's roar that grounds her again, his strength and wingspan bringing him even with Loki. Drawn back to her side by the spell Morla and Reul wrote for her, her children are with them, Viserion soaring upon wings that appear almost translucent in the brightness of the sky. It is the happiest she's seen them all day, and as Rhaegal trumpets a shriek and circles them curiously, it strikes her what a gift this is. She has never been able to fly with her children.
I am here with you, she thinks, the sickened feeling leaving her for a strange giddiness. The sudden change in air pressure has made her lightheaded, and so she keeps one arm draped over Loki's shoulders still while she cautiously reaches toward Drogon with the other. ] Now there are four dragons in Dorchadas, [ she calls to Loki, feeling silly, and a laugh leaves her lips. She was mad, perhaps, but Loki wouldn't think her so. ] Look how he flies! Drogon is the most splendid sight in all the world.
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--Now they were airborne, the desolate landscape somehow made lovely below them. Now it was an elaborate carpet, with patches of green vegetation to soften the stone, white wisps and misshapen swirls interrupting the climes. There's a sudden roil in her stomach at the feeling that she's no longer standing upon anything, that her center is gone, and she turns to rest her head upon his shoulder as though searching behind them, closing her eyes where he cannot see how temporarily ill she feels.
It's Drogon's roar that grounds her again, his strength and wingspan bringing him even with Loki. Drawn back to her side by the spell Morla and Reul wrote for her, her children are with them, Viserion soaring upon wings that appear almost translucent in the brightness of the sky. It is the happiest she's seen them all day, and as Rhaegal trumpets a shriek and circles them curiously, it strikes her what a gift this is. She has never been able to fly with her children.
I am here with you, she thinks, the sickened feeling leaving her for a strange giddiness. The sudden change in air pressure has made her lightheaded, and so she keeps one arm draped over Loki's shoulders still while she cautiously reaches toward Drogon with the other. ] Now there are four dragons in Dorchadas, [ she calls to Loki, feeling silly, and a laugh leaves her lips. She was mad, perhaps, but Loki wouldn't think her so. ] Look how he flies! Drogon is the most splendid sight in all the world.