[ Dany reaches with stiffening fingers to curiously touch a little patch of ice crystals forming upon the hair near his temple, rubbing it between her fingertips until it melts.
She looks beneath them again with slight wariness, watching the scenery pass below. Loki has seemed to walk astride the world itself, his feet nimble and his pace jaunty. Could she "fly" as well? Some feet away from her right elbow, Drogon snorts steam into the air and banks to dive from above toward an unsuspecting Viserion, and Dany knows she must try. Perhaps they will chase her through the sky, right into the horizon. ]
What must I do? [ she asks, uncertainly letting go of his shoulders. Have his abilities transferred to her through mere touch? ]
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She looks beneath them again with slight wariness, watching the scenery pass below. Loki has seemed to walk astride the world itself, his feet nimble and his pace jaunty. Could she "fly" as well? Some feet away from her right elbow, Drogon snorts steam into the air and banks to dive from above toward an unsuspecting Viserion, and Dany knows she must try. Perhaps they will chase her through the sky, right into the horizon. ]
What must I do? [ she asks, uncertainly letting go of his shoulders. Have his abilities transferred to her through mere touch? ]