@meraxest SENT AN OWL. " i know what it is to lose half of one's soul. " — vhagar to nagini | prompt.

she stands before vhagar the old ⸻ without fear; though with a healthy respect before the eldest of the winged reapers. the battles she had witnessed —– survived, nagini would listen to anything vhagar would share with her. the emerald mountain hissed softly / sharp scaled snout touched vhagar's for a heartbeat. ( to offer her earnest )

@meraxest con't from here for The Cannibal

Attention caught of the large black shadow that had been circling Dragonstone from time to time, no doubt hunting for its next meal. The knight never question it, had been told his preferred meal was nothing to be concerned for. It was why he had gone out, hunting himself for food for he and his men that had come to join him here in favor of the true queen. Deer rested upon large shoulders as he moved without worry towards the large keep, not even a thought that a dragon would see him and decide he be a meal to sate their hunger. Especially the one he had heard stories of in his brief time here. All of that changes the moment the sun is practically covered by large wings. The black mass descending down before he was able to even fully register the action. There was no sense in running, the large creature would catch the knight with ease. All he could think to do, battle hardened and trained to face death every time he drew his sword. This would be no different.

So the heir to Bulwer stands firm, green gaze glaring up into the burning matching color of the dragon in front of him. It was an impressive display, a larger dragon up close than he had ever seen. It was no wonder everyone viewed them as gods, the way they could so easily kill and destroy and yet decided when that fit them a prime example of such. Even now as the other displayed its power and strength, the way it could scatter armies with just the very roar alone. Jaw only tenses the dragon, the Cannibal, decides to get closer. If he so dared it was almost like he could reach out and touch the beast and yet he remains still. Andrei stands firm, deer remaining draped over broad shoulders until the beast seems settled in front of him with a large huff of heated air outwards to the knight. Grip around the legs of the deer tighten, both hands refrain from moving to his sword. Instead he continues his look of defiance, that lack of fear from before, as he slowly moves the deer from his shoulders and places it in front of the mouth of the creature as if an offering.

@meraxest sent after what happened before, i can't let you out of my sight. / from daemon, perhaps after her attempt to claim the cannibal?

Rhaena had tried again. She couldn’t help it she was just too tempted as she watched the dragons fly around. She just had to try just once to see if she could be chosen by a dragon. She was a year older and she thinks a bit wiser so she thinks now is the time. So when no one is paying attention to her she sneaks away. She’s out onto the beaches when she finds Silverwing. A beautiful dragon but would she be Rhaena’s dragon? It takes some deep breaths and a lot of courage but Rhaena tries and again she fails. 

So when Rhaenyra finds her she’s sitting out on the sand crying the ends of her dress are singed though she had put out the fire. Another failed attempt, another close call that nearly ended her life. She opens her mouth to explain herself when Rhaenyra cups her face and soothes her. 

Baela is lost of course she is so much has happened as of late. With a war brewing around them, a lot would be lost. Still she was thinking about one thing in particular. Jace. He was going through so much and she wanted to be there for him. She couldn't always find ways to do that. Now as she sits with Moondancer that is still on her mind. She's nervously tugging at her sleep pulling some threads off it.

the young dragon had followed her for good a day now ⸻ through the boiling ruins of old valyria. at first glance the little thing reminded her of balerion / scales as black as charred bones; dressed to the nines with accents of scarlet. the winged mountain was yet to show acknowledgement & interest in the young thing, seeing how long she could draw it out by not chasing him away. steam makes way for draconic queen; the ruins of what used to be one of many a magnificant castle quivered in fear as the emerald death descends.

it echoes again —– the beat of wings that were not her own. how many decades, well over a century, has it been since she heard a sound so sweet —– ? ( since dearest morning, the pink beast, died ) the little shadow followed her still —– his interest in her not fleeting. only then did nagini's great wings unfurl / trenchant maw opens wide & she chirps into the grey remains. a sweet sound, beckoning the young one to approach closer. a call old valyria has not heard since it's doom all these centuries ago.

Helaena is silent as she works on her stitching. She is beading and stitching a beautiful beetle as the children play at her feet. She likes this quiet time that they have just the three of them. Well the children are not quiet they are children the laugh and talk and play loudly. It is their mother who sits quietly listening to them as she does her stitching. This time was sacred to her it was how she bonded with her children it was how she knew who they were as people. It grounded her in a way that nothing else did.

Now that time was being ruined it was being taken from her by Aegon. He took everything from her why could he not let her have this time? He must have felt guilty about something though she was not sure what. That was usually why he tried to be here to be around her and the children.

Laena is exhausted she knew that birth would be a taxing event. Still, no one had prepared her for this had prepared her for how tired she would be. Two babies and a long slow labor had left her more tired than she had ever been before. She should be resting but she is marveling at their girls and just how perfect they were. She has the younger twin in her arms as a wet nurse holds the elder twin trying to show the new mother how to nurse.

She just about has the positioning right the doors open. She looks at Daemon as he enters. She smiles as he walks over and kisses her forehead. "You can hold them in a bit. I am learning how to feed the girls." She explains before she looks back at the wet nurse. The woman helps her fix her position a bit before working on getting the baby to latch.