#dragondew

She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin.

She had wept in her dream, and the tears had turned to steam on her cheeks. All the grief has been burned out of me, she told herself.

- AGoT, Daenerys IX

There is also the puzzling image of “Dragondew”, that only appears this time in the series, and I’m still wondering what it means. Maybe it’s the coming of dawn, here represented by the morning dew, but I digress.

When she woke the third time, a shaft of golden sunlight was pouring through the smoke hole of the tent, and her arms were wrapped around a dragon’s egg. It was the pale one, its scales the color of butter cream, veined with whorls of gold and bronze, and Dany could feel the heat of it. Beneath her bedsilks, a fine sheen of perspiration covered her bare skin. Dragondew, she thought. Her fingers trailed lightly across the surface of the shell, tracing the wisps of gold, and deep in the stone she felt something twist and stretch in response. It did not frighten her. All her fear was gone, burned away.