『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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Daenerys could see her own reflection. Viky flew incredibly close to the water and far away from the others as if the dragon herself were in mourning. For a moment, Daenerys forgot herself and closed her eyes.
Alyssa would not be marrying Otto; that much was clear to all of them. They just needed a proper and well-thought-out plan. But exile didn't do them any good; they had nowhere to go. Daenerys refused to return to Driftmark, Dragonstone had long been taken from them, and they couldn't even think of flying to Pentos before getting Alyssa back first.
They were the definition of being homeless—without a home.
"Muña," said Maekar as he made his dragon fly right above her. He, like everyone else, was sad, angry, and incredibly tired after everything. "Father says you shouldn't be flying this close to the water."
Daenerys ignored him completely, as if he weren't there. She did, however, open her eyes to at least see where she was going. Aemma flew with Baelor this time, as the family agreed that Daenerys should fly alone. As for Tristan, he was passed around. At the moment, he was flying with Maekar and seemed to be enjoying the view from above. The dragons that soared through the sky brought him great wonder, and he kept pointing his hands at them. Maekar didn't mind flying with him, in fact, he found the babe quite amusing.
Seeing that getting his mother's attention was pointless, he returned higher to fly beside his father. "She refuses to acknowledge us," he told Daemon sadly.
"Hmh," hummed his father. He thought as much. For the next half an hour, he watched her with a worried gaze. He knew flying that close to the water could be dangerous. Especially in the state she was in at the moment. The wind was picking up, causing the waves to crash against the cliffs below. Daemon decided it was time to gently guide her back to safety before anything happened.
"Daenerys," he called out to her. "It's time to come back now. Fly with us."
Daenerys turned her head slightly, acknowledging his presence, but remained focused on the water below. Daemon knew he had to be patient and persistent in order to bring her back up.
He kept a close watch on his wife and flew as close as he could to her without it being a hazard. When she didn't respond, he kept calling her for several minutes. "You're getting too close to the water, the waves are too unstable and powerful." He knew she wouldn't listen, but he had to try.
He tried to steer his own dragon as close as he could to hers so he could talk to her without shouting. "Kostilus, ñuha prūmia." (Please, my heart.)
Daenerys sighed but nodded. He pulled the reins to make Caraxes turn and start moving back up, hoping she would follow him.
