[ For a moment, it's difficult to say where Dany ends and the scales begin. She's no camerawoman, and has never filmed anything for anyone. But then comes a peal of delighted laughter, ringing both sweet and strange against the grim Unseelie atmosphere.
She backs away, and now Billy can see him: the black dragon, the Winged Shadow, perched atop a rock in the mountains. Her Drogon, with eyes of glowing red embers and scarlet ridges. She has just played with him, seizing onto his stomach with both arms and attempting to roll him back and forth upon his back while he snapped at her. But Drogon grows larger by the day, and he is now too heavy to budge. His long tail lashes at the air like a whip, and then he rolls to his feet and licks lazily at his left claw, a black, reptilian tongue snaking out from behind his fearsome black teeth. His wings now span eleven feet, tip-to-tip. ]
That is Drogon, [ she tells Billy proudly, breathlessly. The words are left unsaid, but perhaps they don't have to be spoken: My Drogon. ]
[ She's going to have to give Billy a moment here. He'll raise a hand to cover his mouth, eyes open wide in surprise and excitement. Knowing that Dany has dragons is one thing, but actually seeing them? Being close enough to go visit? That's new. ]
[ It's the first time Dany has opened her locket since she heard their cries, and so a voice speaking Drogon's name without a body to accompany it draws his attention. The dragon pauses mid-lick, eyes gazing in the direction of the locket for a moment, then resumes his grooming, satisfied that there is no threat here.
As carefully as she can, Dany turns the locket to a perch above her. It's a ledge, where a dragon as green as summer sits feasting upon the remains of a lamb. He is smaller than Drogon, but his wings still span nine feet, and his tail is long. ]
Rhaegal, [ Dany introduces him, smiling. The green dragon doesn't look up from his meal, continuing to tear at the flesh. His wings flap in great gusts as he moves his head from side to side to cut through the bones with sharp teeth. ] Named for my eldest brother, who was a true and splendid warrior.
[ But where was Viserion? The locket lowers as Dany moves to the ledge, and then there's some shakycam before the video focuses on a cream dragon not far from where she is, soaring in lazy circles as he searches overhead. When he passes under the sun, his wings look almost translucent. ] And Viserion, [ she says fondly. ] Named for my elder brother, Viserys. He is my gentlest, but for a dragon, that means little.
[ She lets Billy look for several more moments before she turns the locket back to herself, looking for all the world as if she is a proud mother, and they her children. ] Will you come and see us?
[ Billy laughs a little, eagerly following what he can of the dragons with his eyes. It almost makes him feel like a little kid again, to be filled with so much wonder. He's beyond excited. ]
It's not going to bother them, is it? Someone new showing up?
[ They must learn to tolerate new faces and smells, Dany thinks, moving to kneel next to Drogon again. She runs a hand down his spinal ridges, delighting in the gesture and his warmth after being so long without him. ]
They will not attack unless I wish it, but it would be wise not to approach until they have seen you. [ She pauses, considering. ] Do you know where I am?
[ So he cannot find her the way Loki can, Dany notes. She still has much to learn about magic. ]
I am in the mountains directly north of Caer Scima. A spell binds them to me, that they may not range farther than sixty-and-one hundred feet. That shall grant them time to see you.
[ Drogon lets out a hiss, smoke rising from his nostrils and between his teeth. ]
Hush now, sweetling, [ she tells him soothingly, before turning back to Billy with a reassuring smile. ] I have traveled with many people in my company. They are not unused to new faces.
[ Loki may have had better clues; Billy didn't want to guess where she was and end up in the wrong place. Asking is never embarrassing, but having to ask after randomly teleporting to the wrong place is. ]
I'll be there in a few minutes. And uh, I'll try not to teleport right in front of all of you.
[ And with that, she closes her locket. Her hip presses against Drogon as she waits, idly watching the sky above where Viserion circles lazily. Whatever might come here, at least she will never be alone again. ]
[ True to his word, there's a slowly approaching Billy in the distance. He's chosen to walk up to them this time, because flying might be a poor idea in this situation. Maybe once the dragons get used to him.
He'll wave, once he gets a little closer, but keeps hanging back a little cautiously. ]
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She backs away, and now Billy can see him: the black dragon, the Winged Shadow, perched atop a rock in the mountains. Her Drogon, with eyes of glowing red embers and scarlet ridges. She has just played with him, seizing onto his stomach with both arms and attempting to roll him back and forth upon his back while he snapped at her. But Drogon grows larger by the day, and he is now too heavy to budge. His long tail lashes at the air like a whip, and then he rolls to his feet and licks lazily at his left claw, a black, reptilian tongue snaking out from behind his fearsome black teeth. His wings now span eleven feet, tip-to-tip. ]
That is Drogon, [ she tells Billy proudly, breathlessly. The words are left unsaid, but perhaps they don't have to be spoken: My Drogon. ]
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I...oh, wow. Hi, Drogon.
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As carefully as she can, Dany turns the locket to a perch above her. It's a ledge, where a dragon as green as summer sits feasting upon the remains of a lamb. He is smaller than Drogon, but his wings still span nine feet, and his tail is long. ]
Rhaegal, [ Dany introduces him, smiling. The green dragon doesn't look up from his meal, continuing to tear at the flesh. His wings flap in great gusts as he moves his head from side to side to cut through the bones with sharp teeth. ] Named for my eldest brother, who was a true and splendid warrior.
[ But where was Viserion? The locket lowers as Dany moves to the ledge, and then there's some shakycam before the video focuses on a cream dragon not far from where she is, soaring in lazy circles as he searches overhead. When he passes under the sun, his wings look almost translucent. ] And Viserion, [ she says fondly. ] Named for my elder brother, Viserys. He is my gentlest, but for a dragon, that means little.
[ She lets Billy look for several more moments before she turns the locket back to herself, looking for all the world as if she is a proud mother, and they her children. ] Will you come and see us?
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It's not going to bother them, is it? Someone new showing up?
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They will not attack unless I wish it, but it would be wise not to approach until they have seen you. [ She pauses, considering. ] Do you know where I am?
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[ Teleporting could get him in trouble here, depending on how sensitive they are about "approach". ]
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I am in the mountains directly north of Caer Scima. A spell binds them to me, that they may not range farther than sixty-and-one hundred feet. That shall grant them time to see you.
[ Drogon lets out a hiss, smoke rising from his nostrils and between his teeth. ]
Hush now, sweetling, [ she tells him soothingly, before turning back to Billy with a reassuring smile. ] I have traveled with many people in my company. They are not unused to new faces.
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I'll be there in a few minutes. And uh, I'll try not to teleport right in front of all of you.
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[ And with that, she closes her locket. Her hip presses against Drogon as she waits, idly watching the sky above where Viserion circles lazily. Whatever might come here, at least she will never be alone again. ]
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He'll wave, once he gets a little closer, but keeps hanging back a little cautiously. ]
Hey! Is it safe to approach?