It was midday by the time Dany was lowered into the waters. There was no sign of the mermaids for now, but Drogon circled not far above Dany's head. His red eyes watched the waters for the first ripple or indication that one of the creatures had woken up from their sleep. He was a precaution, though she doubted that her dragon thought of it that way. Mermaids were his preferred meal, this voyage solidifying it.
Dany would only be able to count on him for a time. Nearing the quarter point, she was certain that her dragon could no longer dive in after her. There were shadows from what she could see, mermaids stirred awake by the presence of others in the water. Had someone bled? How were they awake already?
Dany moved as quickly as she could while trying not to draw attention, but the sudden shift in color of her suit had her stopping, searching frantically for the danger nearby. The mermaid knocked into her, the claws tearing at the suit but missing Dany as she tumbled backwards in the water. It was near on top of her, grabbing at her with its mouth wide open, gleaming teeth ready to tear at her.
There was a flash of black and red. The mermaid was snatched up before Dany understood how near she had been hurt. She wouldn't see Drogon, but she could imagine him bursting from the waters with his prize between his teeth.
The dragon wouldn't be full yet, she hoped.
II.
In the wreckage, the ghosts of the dead seemed to be painted on the walls. There was no sign, no sound, only the overwhelming sensation of fear. Where Dany never feared such things before, she found herself jumping at every shift in the wood around them. There had been instructions where the notes might be, but in the heat of the moment, it slipped her mind.
She circled around, checking the same rooms in her anxiety. When finally she found the desk, time was running out. She could only bite her cheek to keep from panicking, digging through the desk hurriedly, overturning contents as searched through.
It would take an hour to swim up, not counting the now awake mermaids. Time, time was something she didn't have, but still she searched.
Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire
It was midday by the time Dany was lowered into the waters. There was no sign of the mermaids for now, but Drogon circled not far above Dany's head. His red eyes watched the waters for the first ripple or indication that one of the creatures had woken up from their sleep. He was a precaution, though she doubted that her dragon thought of it that way. Mermaids were his preferred meal, this voyage solidifying it.
Dany would only be able to count on him for a time. Nearing the quarter point, she was certain that her dragon could no longer dive in after her. There were shadows from what she could see, mermaids stirred awake by the presence of others in the water. Had someone bled? How were they awake already?
Dany moved as quickly as she could while trying not to draw attention, but the sudden shift in color of her suit had her stopping, searching frantically for the danger nearby. The mermaid knocked into her, the claws tearing at the suit but missing Dany as she tumbled backwards in the water. It was near on top of her, grabbing at her with its mouth wide open, gleaming teeth ready to tear at her.
There was a flash of black and red. The mermaid was snatched up before Dany understood how near she had been hurt. She wouldn't see Drogon, but she could imagine him bursting from the waters with his prize between his teeth.
The dragon wouldn't be full yet, she hoped.
II.
In the wreckage, the ghosts of the dead seemed to be painted on the walls. There was no sign, no sound, only the overwhelming sensation of fear. Where Dany never feared such things before, she found herself jumping at every shift in the wood around them. There had been instructions where the notes might be, but in the heat of the moment, it slipped her mind.
She circled around, checking the same rooms in her anxiety. When finally she found the desk, time was running out. She could only bite her cheek to keep from panicking, digging through the desk hurriedly, overturning contents as searched through.
It would take an hour to swim up, not counting the now awake mermaids. Time, time was something she didn't have, but still she searched.