After Drogon flew her away, Daenerys believed she was done, that the gods had enough.
She would later laugh at the irony.
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"Drakari pykiros [Fire breather]
Tīkummo jemiros [Winged leader]
Yn lantyz bartossa [But two heads]
Saelot vāedis" [To a third sing]
The haunting melody carried out. Reverberating of the walls of the dragon pit in a cacophony of eerie music.
"Hen ñuhā elēnī [From my voice]
Perzyssy vestretis [The fires have spoken]
Se gēlȳn irūdaks [And the price has been paid]
Ānogrose" [With blood magic]
Drogon crooned. His tail swished gently. His smoldering eyes bored down at her.
His eyes lazily drift shut, tail curling around his large head.
The ghostly lullaby echoes around the pit, both Vermithor and Silverwing watching her silently from their tangled embrace.
Daenerys feet move lazily, an elegant dance taking place. She moves along the length of Drogon's crimson horns, the slight curve becoming more pronounced as he aged.
Bigger than Silverwing, her black beast has grown at immense speeds, not quite at Vermithor's immense size, but a great degree bigger than half his size. He was barely smaller than the wild cannibal who roamed Dragonstone freely.
