[ 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? ]
Hold on. Don't look back, and don't look down. I suppose trust me a tad, hm?
[ Loki has to raise his voice to speak over the wind. he jogs forward suddenly, as they seem to be falling behind to fall neck and neck with them again. luckily for him the dragons don't seem to be seeing this as a race, as more of an opportunity (he wasn't sure that he could run as fast as they decided to fly, but it the former).
his fingers shift from her waist to her hip, holding her adjacent to him so she can decide what she would like her pace to be.
an occasional puff of cloud passes, translucent and cool, leaving them dusted with droplets of frost once again. it's shaken off carelessly with a small leap between rapidly changing clouds. ]
[ Four moons ago, if anyone had told her she'd be walking upon air and trusting the God of Chaos with her life, she would have thought it a riddle even Quaithe could not have spun. At the very least, she would not have thought the meaning literal.
One side of her is now flush against him, both arms wrapped around his waist for stability, and she realizes with a chill entirely unrelated to the temperatures around them that she is leaping onto nothing at all. She will not look back, but she does look below them, thinking that she must. A dragon does not fear to look upon heights. ]
But the clouds are all wet! How can that be? [ she protests over the wind, the child in her disappointed, though she does laugh in shock as another cold puff soaks their faces. They had always looked feather-soft from below. ] All the tales are lies.
[ Drogon's ambush on Viserion was successful, and the two have locked wings, spiraling down out of sight for a moment before rising again, flapping at each other and snapping. The waves of air sent from the play buffet against them both, worsening the cold against her cheeks. ] Be gentle, Drogon! [ she scolds, shivering. ] Rhaegal, to me!
[ And the green dragon comes, wheeling around to bank back toward them, bronze eyes gleaming. Let us see how dragonfire meets these clouds. When he has reached them, Dany points to a particularly wide, sprawling cloud below. ]
Dracarys! [ she commands, and at the sound of the word they like best, Viserion and Drogon disengage and watch as a blast of orange and yellow flame scorches toward the helpless array of water droplets, sending billows of hot steam into the air. Slayer of Lies, Slayer of Clouds. Dany giggles, the dropoff beneath them momentarily forgotten, and her arm is rejoined around Loki's waist. ]
Will you run with me, slowly? Perhaps they will give chase. [ A race they would lose, she fears, but she is curious to play with her dragons another way. ]
[ there's a low, rude sound that comes out of Loki's mouth at the sudden exclamation of the cloud disappointment. the tales are most certainly lies when it comes mist and atmospheric pressure. the dragons get their room, and he watches them twirl like a vortex into the sky and return with gaping maw and playful shrieks. she tries to rein them in and he watches her tame the wilderness around them with fire. there's a puff of cold-aired amusement. ]
I never did like that cloud.
[ he has to do a short hop and a skip as the fog disperses and reforms, as some sort of meeting of fire and ice that seems to draw a twist of a smile from him. ]
Give chase? [ he says with some mock innocence. ] They won't be nipping at our heels, will they?
[ regardless of his feigned protest, he begins to fall into step with her pace. he had resources to fall back on, and while the dragons would certain win in a test of strength and speed, he liked to have a few clever tricks up his sleeve. ]
You needn't fear, [ Dany teases, trying to meld to his longer stride as best as she can. The jape would be ominous to almost anyone else, perhaps, but Loki doesn't fear her dragons. ] It is cooked meat they need, not raw.
[ Or clouds, for that matter. She leaps them onto one now, balancing upon one foot in delight, then turns her head slightly to look over her shoulder. ] Viserion, [ she calls out, brightly. ] Come here, sweetling.
[ And the white dragon does, flapping away from Drogon to fly to her, perhaps expecting more hands to "kiss." She giggles and runs them toward the horizon in an arc, where they may hide behind a drifting patch of fog. A screech mingles with a trill as Viserion watches his mother recede from him, but still he comes, though from the opposite way. In moments, they are caught, face-to-face with a triumphant dragon whose gold eyes gleam like two yellow stars. ]
That is cheating! [ she laughs, resisting the urge to give him the gentlest of swats upon the nose. If she does not touch him, perhaps he will keep following. Turning on her heels, she runs them forward. Rhaegal has noticed his brother's departure and is now trailing after them on wings of jade, though whether it's out of interest for the newly-moving target or out of jealousy that Viserion has won his mother's latest attention, Dany cannot say. ]
Ah, yes, raw Loki sounds entirely unappetizing. [ but he's talking to himself for the moment. it's times like this that Loki's all to disappointed at his lack of a working smart phone. this is something of a good selfie opportunity. one with dragons.
there's no fear in him, but as she grows bolder he follows along with slight satisfaction. the dragons flap back and forth, coming and going with their newfound freedoms. she jokes and plays with them, Loki leans over her head for a decisive squint and a face full of bad dragon breath. ] It's absolutely cheating. [ he says cooly, as if he's impressed. he runs with her, keeping pace as the clouds mist the form of the coming dragon. ]
You do know that the title "storm queen" now takes on a certain literal aspect, don't you? Ah—tale of traversing the skies, causing trouble to clouds and rains when the dragons are feeling grumpy. It would make for quite a story.
[ 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?
Carried away like so much dragonbait. Never a dull day.
[ Loki says as Rhaegal gets scolded for trying to claim them. he still sounds amiable, but he keeps watch of them. just like so many other things in this world, they are still what they are. they're still dragons, no matter how well they respond to her. she seems to have taken to traversing the skies, but Unseelie were known for their adaptability, so it doesn't surprise him. there's something intoxicating about dancing on air, footsteps leaving trails in the clouds, something akin to the elation of sudden freedom.
they weren't, of course.
it was a momentary trick, but what were lies worth if they offered nothing? ]
Of course I can. [ he tosses his dark nailed fingers as they dawdle. ] Loki of many skills, they call me, especially those that have to do with running away.
[ 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. ]
[ hey, running away could be done in absolute style. the smirk that he offers her is almost cheeky. he made being a lying good-for-nothing into an art, and he displays it as such.
maybe he had better boasts, and maybe they were all still terrible. ]
Hey! Aren't we running right now? You'd be glad for it! [ but he wonders just how much she caught of that, because she quickens her pace fearlessly and he has to make the effort to keep beside her.
with an amused puff he mutters something beneath his breath and they disappear, reappearing far enough in the clouds that the details of the dragons are lost. ]
Somehow I don't think they're going to be fond of losing.
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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? ]
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[ Loki has to raise his voice to speak over the wind. he jogs forward suddenly, as they seem to be falling behind to fall neck and neck with them again. luckily for him the dragons don't seem to be seeing this as a race, as more of an opportunity (he wasn't sure that he could run as fast as they decided to fly, but it the former).
his fingers shift from her waist to her hip, holding her adjacent to him so she can decide what she would like her pace to be.
an occasional puff of cloud passes, translucent and cool, leaving them dusted with droplets of frost once again. it's shaken off carelessly with a small leap between rapidly changing clouds. ]
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One side of her is now flush against him, both arms wrapped around his waist for stability, and she realizes with a chill entirely unrelated to the temperatures around them that she is leaping onto nothing at all. She will not look back, but she does look below them, thinking that she must. A dragon does not fear to look upon heights. ]
But the clouds are all wet! How can that be? [ she protests over the wind, the child in her disappointed, though she does laugh in shock as another cold puff soaks their faces. They had always looked feather-soft from below. ] All the tales are lies.
[ Drogon's ambush on Viserion was successful, and the two have locked wings, spiraling down out of sight for a moment before rising again, flapping at each other and snapping. The waves of air sent from the play buffet against them both, worsening the cold against her cheeks. ] Be gentle, Drogon! [ she scolds, shivering. ] Rhaegal, to me!
[ And the green dragon comes, wheeling around to bank back toward them, bronze eyes gleaming. Let us see how dragonfire meets these clouds. When he has reached them, Dany points to a particularly wide, sprawling cloud below. ]
Dracarys! [ she commands, and at the sound of the word they like best, Viserion and Drogon disengage and watch as a blast of orange and yellow flame scorches toward the helpless array of water droplets, sending billows of hot steam into the air. Slayer of Lies, Slayer of Clouds. Dany giggles, the dropoff beneath them momentarily forgotten, and her arm is rejoined around Loki's waist. ]
Will you run with me, slowly? Perhaps they will give chase. [ A race they would lose, she fears, but she is curious to play with her dragons another way. ]
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I never did like that cloud.
[ he has to do a short hop and a skip as the fog disperses and reforms, as some sort of meeting of fire and ice that seems to draw a twist of a smile from him. ]
Give chase? [ he says with some mock innocence. ] They won't be nipping at our heels, will they?
[ regardless of his feigned protest, he begins to fall into step with her pace. he had resources to fall back on, and while the dragons would certain win in a test of strength and speed, he liked to have a few clever tricks up his sleeve. ]
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[ Or clouds, for that matter. She leaps them onto one now, balancing upon one foot in delight, then turns her head slightly to look over her shoulder. ] Viserion, [ she calls out, brightly. ] Come here, sweetling.
[ And the white dragon does, flapping away from Drogon to fly to her, perhaps expecting more hands to "kiss." She giggles and runs them toward the horizon in an arc, where they may hide behind a drifting patch of fog. A screech mingles with a trill as Viserion watches his mother recede from him, but still he comes, though from the opposite way. In moments, they are caught, face-to-face with a triumphant dragon whose gold eyes gleam like two yellow stars. ]
That is cheating! [ she laughs, resisting the urge to give him the gentlest of swats upon the nose. If she does not touch him, perhaps he will keep following. Turning on her heels, she runs them forward. Rhaegal has noticed his brother's departure and is now trailing after them on wings of jade, though whether it's out of interest for the newly-moving target or out of jealousy that Viserion has won his mother's latest attention, Dany cannot say. ]
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there's no fear in him, but as she grows bolder he follows along with slight satisfaction. the dragons flap back and forth, coming and going with their newfound freedoms. she jokes and plays with them, Loki leans over her head for a decisive squint and a face full of bad dragon breath. ] It's absolutely cheating. [ he says cooly, as if he's impressed. he runs with her, keeping pace as the clouds mist the form of the coming dragon. ]
You do know that the title "storm queen" now takes on a certain literal aspect, don't you? Ah—tale of traversing the skies, causing trouble to clouds and rains when the dragons are feeling grumpy. It would make for quite a story.
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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?
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[ Loki says as Rhaegal gets scolded for trying to claim them. he still sounds amiable, but he keeps watch of them. just like so many other things in this world, they are still what they are. they're still dragons, no matter how well they respond to her. she seems to have taken to traversing the skies, but Unseelie were known for their adaptability, so it doesn't surprise him. there's something intoxicating about dancing on air, footsteps leaving trails in the clouds, something akin to the elation of sudden freedom.
they weren't, of course.
it was a momentary trick, but what were lies worth if they offered nothing? ]
Of course I can. [ he tosses his dark nailed fingers as they dawdle. ] Loki of many skills, they call me, especially those that have to do with running away.
[ don't be proud of that, Loki. ]
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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. ]
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maybe he had better boasts, and maybe they were all still terrible. ]
Hey! Aren't we running right now? You'd be glad for it! [ but he wonders just how much she caught of that, because she quickens her pace fearlessly and he has to make the effort to keep beside her.
with an amused puff he mutters something beneath his breath and they disappear, reappearing far enough in the clouds that the details of the dragons are lost. ]
Somehow I don't think they're going to be fond of losing.