[Well, if anything is sure to draw her attention away from her task, a woman carrying a dragon on her shoulder is certainly it.
She doesn't say anything at first- simply watches from afar for a time. Perhaps it shouldn't be strange to her, to see a woman so comfortable and confident with a dragon on her shoulder; one of her dearest friends here is a dragon, after all. But there's still a part of her that can't imagine allowing that creature to be so close to her, even such a small one. A part that still keenly remembers the fires of the First Age.
Which makes her wonder- who is this young woman? What is her tale? She remains in her seat, but her gaze is heavy. It would be surprising if Daenerys did not feel it.]
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She doesn't say anything at first- simply watches from afar for a time. Perhaps it shouldn't be strange to her, to see a woman so comfortable and confident with a dragon on her shoulder; one of her dearest friends here is a dragon, after all. But there's still a part of her that can't imagine allowing that creature to be so close to her, even such a small one. A part that still keenly remembers the fires of the First Age.
Which makes her wonder- who is this young woman? What is her tale? She remains in her seat, but her gaze is heavy. It would be surprising if Daenerys did not feel it.]