[ That provokes a rare, delighted laugh, not just borne out of the spontaneity of the moment. ] But who will spread my tales? A true legend does not overspeak her own deeds, surely. [ She smiles up at him, patting the waist she isn't foolish enough to let go of. Is that fondness? After this, how not? Seven save them both. ] I shall task you with the honor. You must make certain everyone hears.
[ Loki Loremaker. Of course, she doesn't know he is already named Spinner of Lore.
Rhaegal soars with ease directly over their heads, almost tauntingly. The internal heat emanating from his scales warms her back and shoulders, and for a moment, the jade dragon circles them, eyeing their combined width with fresh interest. Dany giggles again, then swats at his nearest leg. ]
No, Rhaegal! [ He wishes to stand astride their shoulders, as he would atop something he's caught. Given their height disparity, he will be in discomfort. ] We are not your spoils. [ More ominous commentary for almost anyone else, but Dany seems lighthearted still.
From behind them comes a strange, reptilian cross between a croon and a trill, and Dany looks to spot Drogon flying effortlessly through cloud after cloud, his hellish red eyes visible even through the fog. He seems as of yet uninterested in any sort of race; presumably, large and majestic dragons care little for contests they can easily win. But then an idea strikes her, and she gently prods Loki with a finger. ] Can you teleport without falling?
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[ Loki Loremaker. Of course, she doesn't know he is already named Spinner of Lore.
Rhaegal soars with ease directly over their heads, almost tauntingly. The internal heat emanating from his scales warms her back and shoulders, and for a moment, the jade dragon circles them, eyeing their combined width with fresh interest. Dany giggles again, then swats at his nearest leg. ]
No, Rhaegal! [ He wishes to stand astride their shoulders, as he would atop something he's caught. Given their height disparity, he will be in discomfort. ] We are not your spoils. [ More ominous commentary for almost anyone else, but Dany seems lighthearted still.
From behind them comes a strange, reptilian cross between a croon and a trill, and Dany looks to spot Drogon flying effortlessly through cloud after cloud, his hellish red eyes visible even through the fog. He seems as of yet uninterested in any sort of race; presumably, large and majestic dragons care little for contests they can easily win. But then an idea strikes her, and she gently prods Loki with a finger. ] Can you teleport without falling?