i. She had fallen asleep in her room on Dragonstone. She dreamed of the day before, facing Cersei Lannister for the first time, her greatest enemy. Then the dream changed, and she was flying on Drogon's back, but she fell, green light sweeping up to envelop her like wildfire-
-and then she was laying in mud. Eyebrows furrowed she pushes herself up, hands slipping in the muck. She didn't bother sneering in revulsion at the grime covering her fine clothes now. She had been forged on the Red Waste, Khaleesi of the Great Khal. She was used to dirt. It was only a dream, though an odd one. She managed to stagger to her feet, boots sticking in the mud, coming up nearly to her knees.
It was once she was on her feet she really saw the chaos around her. Others, some standing with weapons drawn, others still in the mud. She inhaled sharply when she saw the demons, looking around her for some kind of cover. There was nothing, they were in the middle of a field. A lesser woman might quail and try to hide behind the nearest person with a sword. Daenerys Targaryen has the blood of the dragon, and she stands her ground. Instead she seizes an abandoned pitchfork on the ground, holding it out in front of her. She is entirely unskilled in battle, but she will not be attacked by demons in her own dreams.
"You will leave this place!" she yells at the green and spindly creature advancing upon her, her voice steel.
ii.
After the danger has passed, it's more obvious that this is not a dream. Dany isn't always the most flexible person. She can adapt to her situations, but once she gets set into something, she isn't happy when things suddenly deviate. The look on her face is one of sheer unhappiness as she steps into the abandoned farmhouse, looking to escape the rain for a moment.
"Where are we?" she doesn't expect a response she'll understand, but it would help to know. Is she still in Westeros, is this some magic that Cersei Lannister employed? The warlocks of Quarth cross her mind, for the first time in a long time. They had never come at her again after the markets of Yunkai, could they have been gathering their resources to create this? The possibilities swirl in her mind as she examines the room before her.
Daenerys Targaryen | Game of Thrones [open]
She had fallen asleep in her room on Dragonstone. She dreamed of the day before, facing Cersei Lannister for the first time, her greatest enemy. Then the dream changed, and she was flying on Drogon's back, but she fell, green light sweeping up to envelop her like wildfire-
-and then she was laying in mud. Eyebrows furrowed she pushes herself up, hands slipping in the muck. She didn't bother sneering in revulsion at the grime covering her fine clothes now. She had been forged on the Red Waste, Khaleesi of the Great Khal. She was used to dirt. It was only a dream, though an odd one. She managed to stagger to her feet, boots sticking in the mud, coming up nearly to her knees.
It was once she was on her feet she really saw the chaos around her. Others, some standing with weapons drawn, others still in the mud. She inhaled sharply when she saw the demons, looking around her for some kind of cover. There was nothing, they were in the middle of a field. A lesser woman might quail and try to hide behind the nearest person with a sword. Daenerys Targaryen has the blood of the dragon, and she stands her ground. Instead she seizes an abandoned pitchfork on the ground, holding it out in front of her. She is entirely unskilled in battle, but she will not be attacked by demons in her own dreams.
"You will leave this place!" she yells at the green and spindly creature advancing upon her, her voice steel.
ii.
After the danger has passed, it's more obvious that this is not a dream. Dany isn't always the most flexible person. She can adapt to her situations, but once she gets set into something, she isn't happy when things suddenly deviate. The look on her face is one of sheer unhappiness as she steps into the abandoned farmhouse, looking to escape the rain for a moment.
"Where are we?" she doesn't expect a response she'll understand, but it would help to know. Is she still in Westeros, is this some magic that Cersei Lannister employed? The warlocks of Quarth cross her mind, for the first time in a long time. They had never come at her again after the markets of Yunkai, could they have been gathering their resources to create this? The possibilities swirl in her mind as she examines the room before her.