[ That draws an eyebrow raise, pointed and incredulous. There is no pride in running away. ] You must have better boasts than that, surely. [ Come on, Loki.
Drogon's nearly caught up to them now, and seems inclined to swerve around them and continue on his way. She wants to capture his interest. ]
But what are you waiting for? [ she smiles again, buoyed by the rush of hot air that engulfs them in his wake. The frost melts from her hair and her lashes, turning to vapor, and Rhaegal shrieks in protest at being thus buffeted, flapping off to try and deliver a hearty bite to his brother's tail. ] We must give him something to race. [ And with a tug upon his waist, she gets them to a running start, behaving for all the world as if her life isn't one slipped grasp away from falling to her death. ]
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Drogon's nearly caught up to them now, and seems inclined to swerve around them and continue on his way. She wants to capture his interest. ]
But what are you waiting for? [ she smiles again, buoyed by the rush of hot air that engulfs them in his wake. The frost melts from her hair and her lashes, turning to vapor, and Rhaegal shrieks in protest at being thus buffeted, flapping off to try and deliver a hearty bite to his brother's tail. ] We must give him something to race. [ And with a tug upon his waist, she gets them to a running start, behaving for all the world as if her life isn't one slipped grasp away from falling to her death. ]