[ The sudden swearing has her looking sharply to her left. It's near reflexive to reach for his sleeve, fisting her fingers within it to hold him steady. The memory of ser Jorah almost falling off Drogon's back was enough to prompt some wariness--particularly with someone who reacts so strongly to sitting atop a dragon's back.
Which is everyone, truthfully. ]
Dracarys, [ says the other her.
They're jostled in the suddenness of Drogon rearing up. His lungs expand. Filling. And then he breathes fire and the bannermen are screaming.
Her fingers tighten, knuckles nearly digging into his wrist as the spout of flames pour from Drogon's jaws, as they fly past the first wave, the sound of the sudden impact of horses and metal colliding. ]
They deserved it, [ she says, just loud enough for him to hear. ]
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Which is everyone, truthfully. ]
Dracarys, [ says the other her.
They're jostled in the suddenness of Drogon rearing up. His lungs expand. Filling. And then he breathes fire and the bannermen are screaming.
Her fingers tighten, knuckles nearly digging into his wrist as the spout of flames pour from Drogon's jaws, as they fly past the first wave, the sound of the sudden impact of horses and metal colliding. ]
They deserved it, [ she says, just loud enough for him to hear. ]