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[ The journal opens to the sound of flapping wings and a loud scream, it is loud and angry, a swoosh of what may be flames joining the noise. More sounds join them, specifically the sounds of someone waking up and springing from the bed she had been placed in only to stumble. Eyes looking around dazzed and wild.
The creak of the boat, the smell of the sea, the faint sounds of Dothraki horses twittering nervously below deck, her handmaidens─ where did they go? ]
Irri? [ Her stomach twists knowing the girl is not here, yearning for her presence. (Here, she knows this place it is. The knowledge flits around in the darkness of her mind, never staying still enough to grab hold of.) ] Ser Jorah? [ Her voice is louder now, rising over the agitated noises leaving the dragons, but she gets no reply. ] Qoy Qoyi? [ Her blood riders too do not answer her call.
Nearer to the journal there is a huff and claws tear at the pages as if it is the source of the their problems. No sooner does Drogon begin assaulting the journal does Daenerys eyes begin to clear, her brow furrowing. ]
This place... it is not the Balerion. [ It is... a tent... her tent. ]
The creak of the boat, the smell of the sea, the faint sounds of Dothraki horses twittering nervously below deck, her handmaidens─ where did they go? ]
Irri? [ Her stomach twists knowing the girl is not here, yearning for her presence. (Here, she knows this place it is. The knowledge flits around in the darkness of her mind, never staying still enough to grab hold of.) ] Ser Jorah? [ Her voice is louder now, rising over the agitated noises leaving the dragons, but she gets no reply. ] Qoy Qoyi? [ Her blood riders too do not answer her call.
Nearer to the journal there is a huff and claws tear at the pages as if it is the source of the their problems. No sooner does Drogon begin assaulting the journal does Daenerys eyes begin to clear, her brow furrowing. ]
This place... it is not the Balerion. [ It is... a tent... her tent. ]