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[draca]

[ The journal opens to the sounds of flapping wings and a soft laugh, they are happier now that they are a distance from the castle. No longer hissing at every shadow and sound. Even Dany herself has relaxed a little more (as much as she affords herself).

Drogon flies around the tent as she turns her attention to the journal. ]

Arya? [ No one taught her to filter, so there is no filter for this! ] I promised you a visit, it is time I made good on that promise. [ A small gush of air brushes past the journal. ] You may come visit now.

[ Turning from the journal for a moment she watches the black-and-red dragon land on top of her furs, the cry that leaves him not aggressive or agitated. ]

It surprises me that more do not move to the city than have. Are you all so content to live underneath the roof of your captor, knowing what it does to you?

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[draca]

[ Viserion cocks his head to the side, blinking rapidly. He sniffs the air before moving closer towards Arya. Mouth opening to show a row of shiny black teeth, he takes the piece and backs up a little to devour it. ]

[persequor]

[ She laughs. ]

They look like needles. His teeth. The ones on the skulls are so big they look like swords.

[draca]

I have never seen them before, the dragon skulls. What are they like?

[ She hadn't the chance to see them. King's Landing had already been sacked by the time she was born and she was spirited away by men loyal to her family before she could share her family's fate.

She takes a piece of meat from the bowl and holds it out for Drogon, who takes it happily. Rhaegal comes and joins them as well, as food is being given. ]

[persequor]

Big. Only one of them is small and it's misshapen too. On the biggest, the teeth are longer than me and sharper than most swords.

[draca]

I wonder if my children will grow to be that big. [ She smiles fondly at Drogon, feeding him another piece of meat. ]

[persequor]

I don't know if they will here. We're not supposed to grow while we're here. Other children have been here years and never got taller.

[draca]

Truly? [ That is a little concerning, more strange magic to deal with. ]

[persequor]

I think so. [ A small lifting and dropping of her shoulder is her only other response. ]

[draca]

[ She holds out a piece for meat for Arya to take and beckons Rhaegal closer. The dragon complies and creepers closer until he rests beside her, peering up expectantly. ]

That is troubling.

[persequor]

[ Taking it, she offers it to Rhaegal. ]

I know. I want to be taller. I'm too small.

[ Priorities. ]

LOOK I REPLIED TO SOMETHING, NOW GIVE ME THAT POST

[draca]

[ The green-and-bronze dragon is a little more wary than his brother, so it takes him a moment before he takes the piece of meat. ]

But it allows you to get into places others could not.

YOU HAVE IT

[persequor]

Yes. But I want longer legs. A water dancer needs good legs.

[ She fishes out another piece of meat. ]

[draca]

You wish to be a water dancer?

[ Viserion flaps his wings in response, creeper closer to her. Meaaat. ]

[persequor]

[ Viserion, you creeper. ]

My dancing master was the first sword of Braavos.

[draca]

[ shut up kiku can shot words. ]

I lived in Braavos, for a time, I do not think I ever had the pleasure of meeting a sword of Braavos. [ She remembers little of that time, other than the red door of the home ripped from her. ]

[persequor]

You lived there too? What's it like?

[draca]

I saw the city as beautiful, from what little I remember.

[persequor]

How old were you?

[draca]

Young. No older than five years, I think.

[persequor]

Oh. I wish I could see it. [ Hehe. Heh. Heh. ]

[draca]

Perhaps you will. [ YOU NEVER KNOW. ]

[persequor]

No, I have to go home. To the North.

[draca]

[ Home. The words makes her smile softly, a sad smile. ]

To your family?

[persequor]

[ The ones that are left. ]

Yes.

[draca]

I pray you get there.