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"I'll kill every Targaryen I get my hands on."
"But you can't get your hands on these ones."
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"In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost-grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything and that's the way the world will end."
The youngest Targaryen spoke as she and Daenerys sat upon their mare, riding along with the Great Khal's Khalasar towards Vaes Dothrak.
"That's not how the world will end." Daenerys responded matter-of-factly. "Oh, really?" Rhae chuckled as she glanced at her twin sitting behind her.
"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire-" "But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice." Rhae finished.
Daenerys softly chuckled as she readjusted her grip around Rhaenaerys' waist.
"Let's stop here a minute, I have to take a leak."
ꕥ 𐂃☀︎︎𐂃 ꕥ
Daenerys watched as her twin disappeared in the ghost-grass surrounding them before averting her gaze towards the Khalasar passing her.
Ser Jorah Mormont approached the oldest-twin atop his stallion, worry etched onto his aged face. "You need to drink, child."
Daenerys looked towards the knight after he spoke to her, softly sighing.
"And eat."
Ser Jorah handed the Targaryen a piece of horse-meat. Discomfort plastered itself onto Daenerys' face as she held the piece of meat in her hand.
"Isn't there anything else?"
"The Dothraki have two things in abundance; grass and horses. People can't live on grass."
Daenerys slowly took a small-bite of the meat, her face contorting in disgust. She had wanted to puke the meat back-up immediately after she swallowed, but kept it in for her beautiful mare's sake. Ser Jorah sympathetically looked at the child.
"In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost-grass with stalks as pale as milk that glow in the night. It murders all other grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything. That's the way the world will end."
