[Drogon's screech is high pitched and blood curdling, echoing through the wards. He's easy to see, swooping and diving around the small pocket of soldiers collected in the Wards. Dany is near him, holding out her hand patiently for the food taken unfairly from one of the civilians. She's far more patient in expression than Drogon, who seems ready to bite or strike should the soldiers move any closer to his mother.
It doesn't take long for the rations to be returned, but not without their fair share of rude or even crude comments, followed by the usual accusation that she was colluding with Rathakku and her dragon was proof of it. When they were out of sight, Drogon relaxed and settled on Dany's shoulders, still looking disgruntled but less angry than before.
Dany offered back the food to the young man, gesturing for him to return to his family.]
It's not hard to believe a soldier would take food from a man whose family is sick, but I still cannot abide it.
II. - Sleepless Night
[The pallet and ground were nothing to Dany after so long with the Dothraki. At least with her hrakkar, she had something soft to cover herself with, no matter the looks the lion's pelt earned her. But between the long hours with the sick, starving and dying, it was difficult to fall asleep as she had in the other places they had been taken.
This settlement was the worst so far and the sharpest reminder of what she had left in Mereen. What was waiting for her to return.
After a few hours of tossing and turning, Dany took to wandering, not caring very much if it was allowed or not. It was better than sitting in the dark and waiting for her thoughts to abate, and as there was little good she could do during the early hours, she could at least walk and let Drogon stretch his wings.
Not much of a surprise, there was someone else up.]
Can you not sleep? [An obvious question.] It feels like the calm before the storm, doesn't it?
Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire
I.
[Drogon's screech is high pitched and blood curdling, echoing through the wards. He's easy to see, swooping and diving around the small pocket of soldiers collected in the Wards. Dany is near him, holding out her hand patiently for the food taken unfairly from one of the civilians. She's far more patient in expression than Drogon, who seems ready to bite or strike should the soldiers move any closer to his mother.
It doesn't take long for the rations to be returned, but not without their fair share of rude or even crude comments, followed by the usual accusation that she was colluding with Rathakku and her dragon was proof of it. When they were out of sight, Drogon relaxed and settled on Dany's shoulders, still looking disgruntled but less angry than before.
Dany offered back the food to the young man, gesturing for him to return to his family.]
It's not hard to believe a soldier would take food from a man whose family is sick, but I still cannot abide it.
II. - Sleepless Night
[The pallet and ground were nothing to Dany after so long with the Dothraki. At least with her hrakkar, she had something soft to cover herself with, no matter the looks the lion's pelt earned her. But between the long hours with the sick, starving and dying, it was difficult to fall asleep as she had in the other places they had been taken.
This settlement was the worst so far and the sharpest reminder of what she had left in Mereen. What was waiting for her to return.
After a few hours of tossing and turning, Dany took to wandering, not caring very much if it was allowed or not. It was better than sitting in the dark and waiting for her thoughts to abate, and as there was little good she could do during the early hours, she could at least walk and let Drogon stretch his wings.
Not much of a surprise, there was someone else up.]
Can you not sleep? [An obvious question.] It feels like the calm before the storm, doesn't it?