[ she watches, and waits. waits for a familiar sight, a faint hope that she might see her brother amongst those who run to the ships made of metal — a part of her still hopes that Robb isn't sleeping.
(it's a very small part; any hope she has left is burning out like a candle.)
she makes no attempt to approach anyone who is heading to the ships. there is nothing she can offer them, no expertise, no knowledge. the ships are shining and alien to her, and she watches them both with fascination and suspicion.
at least until the man who has stood there for a long time finally speaks to her. ]
Beautiful? [ she echoes, like she hasn't even thought of it. ] ... no. But they are impressive. [ untrustworthy, she thinks, weird and scary and powerful. she had found the dragons beautiful — these metallic ships are too neat, too technological for her to find beauty in them. ]
no subject
(it's a very small part; any hope she has left is burning out like a candle.)
she makes no attempt to approach anyone who is heading to the ships. there is nothing she can offer them, no expertise, no knowledge. the ships are shining and alien to her, and she watches them both with fascination and suspicion.
at least until the man who has stood there for a long time finally speaks to her. ]
Beautiful? [ she echoes, like she hasn't even thought of it. ] ... no. But they are impressive. [ untrustworthy, she thinks, weird and scary and powerful. she had found the dragons beautiful — these metallic ships are too neat, too technological for her to find beauty in them. ]