[Retribution. Fire and Blood. Those were the only words that reverberated in Dany's head as the party continued into the woods. At any other point, she might have thought it was the potion given to her, something she still thought she shouldn't have agreed to. Even if it wasn't Shade of the Evening (which it reminded her of, without the color), after the adventure at the lighthouse, she's not eager to trust what is offered so easily.
The burning in her belly could be from the potion or it could be from rage. It's not something she wishes to question, not when it's the reason she can keep from stopping and resting, why she's willing to continue until her feet bleed.
It wasn't simple weapons or goods taken, it was a dragon. Her dragon. Her child. The lack of his presence was keenly felt. Even when he'd go off on his own for long periods of time, she knew Drogon would eventually find his way back. There was no calling into the horizon for him now. No waiting for a dark shape to grow from the sky.
There were these woods and what they would find at the edge of these woods.
Fire and blood.
Despite her desire to keep moving, there had to be at least some stops for the others in the group. Most of all, when they could finally hear sounds of men nearby. There were others, not just the gruff voices of what Dany can only assume are slavers, but also those in captivity.
Armed with only her dagger, she's not going to back down until she can free the dragon. One way or another.]
How will we do this?
[A plan. They needed a plan. A quick one.]
II. The Blushing Bride
[Two weddings were enough. Between a dead husband and one that tried to poison her, Daenerys wasn't eager to playact another, even if it was for fun. The wedding retinue was a different thought though. That she didn't mind being a part of. Though it seemed the customs were familiar, in some ways.
Waiting outside the conjugal chamber, that felt like something her handmaidens must have endured once. Now, at least, it was her turn to play the part.
It's just a bit disturbing when everything falls silent. A wedding night tended to offer something else, but this...not even conversation. Dany looked at the others in the party, slightly concerned.]
Should we ask them if the wine pleases them, as we were told? Or should we check on them?
III. A Hunting We Will Go
[She stood, watching everyone gather. The number of potential hunters, the eagerness that seemed to permeate the group and also how easily Saguk Chaomin directed everyone around them. The idea that there were foxes among them, shape shifting foxes, it was unnerving. More unnerving was how eyes darted among them, certainty that someone in their group was one of the foxes.
This could lead to bloodshed and danger. Even as he tries to offer Dany a spear, she pulled back, not eager to be part of this. Not when the outcome was so clear.
There were others at least that seemed apprehensive as well, holding back from the group. Alone and weaponless, like her.]
Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire | Oldie
[Retribution. Fire and Blood. Those were the only words that reverberated in Dany's head as the party continued into the woods. At any other point, she might have thought it was the potion given to her, something she still thought she shouldn't have agreed to. Even if it wasn't Shade of the Evening (which it reminded her of, without the color), after the adventure at the lighthouse, she's not eager to trust what is offered so easily.
The burning in her belly could be from the potion or it could be from rage. It's not something she wishes to question, not when it's the reason she can keep from stopping and resting, why she's willing to continue until her feet bleed.
It wasn't simple weapons or goods taken, it was a dragon. Her dragon. Her child. The lack of his presence was keenly felt. Even when he'd go off on his own for long periods of time, she knew Drogon would eventually find his way back. There was no calling into the horizon for him now. No waiting for a dark shape to grow from the sky.
There were these woods and what they would find at the edge of these woods.
Fire and blood.
Despite her desire to keep moving, there had to be at least some stops for the others in the group. Most of all, when they could finally hear sounds of men nearby. There were others, not just the gruff voices of what Dany can only assume are slavers, but also those in captivity.
Armed with only her dagger, she's not going to back down until she can free the dragon. One way or another.]
How will we do this?
[A plan. They needed a plan. A quick one.]
II. The Blushing Bride
[Two weddings were enough. Between a dead husband and one that tried to poison her, Daenerys wasn't eager to playact another, even if it was for fun. The wedding retinue was a different thought though. That she didn't mind being a part of. Though it seemed the customs were familiar, in some ways.
Waiting outside the conjugal chamber, that felt like something her handmaidens must have endured once. Now, at least, it was her turn to play the part.
It's just a bit disturbing when everything falls silent. A wedding night tended to offer something else, but this...not even conversation. Dany looked at the others in the party, slightly concerned.]
Should we ask them if the wine pleases them, as we were told? Or should we check on them?
III. A Hunting We Will Go
[She stood, watching everyone gather. The number of potential hunters, the eagerness that seemed to permeate the group and also how easily Saguk Chaomin directed everyone around them. The idea that there were foxes among them, shape shifting foxes, it was unnerving. More unnerving was how eyes darted among them, certainty that someone in their group was one of the foxes.
This could lead to bloodshed and danger. Even as he tries to offer Dany a spear, she pulled back, not eager to be part of this. Not when the outcome was so clear.
There were others at least that seemed apprehensive as well, holding back from the group. Alone and weaponless, like her.]
No appetite for sport?