(not edited)THE NEXT MORNING WAS FILLED WITH A NEVER-ENDING HORSE RIDE. DAELLA AND VISERYS BOTH GOT THEIR OWN HORSES TO ISE TO TRAVEL. THE WHOLE OF THE TRIBE TRAVEL WITH THEOR HORSES. That's how the Dothraki travel. Daella stomach grew hungry, she was riding by Daenerys and her sister next to Ser Jorah. "Ser Jorah, do we have any food?" Ser Jorah looked in his pockets as he rode his horse. He pulled out two dried meat sticks. Daella didn't want to be ungrateful, she had asked for the food. He gave one to Daenerys and the other to Daella. They both took a bite out of it, chewing it was the hard part. "It's... very... hard.."
Ser Jorah chuckled at the two. "Yes, Very... but it was that or grass." Daella nodded taking another bite of her meat stick. Daenerys scrunched her face at the meat stick. "I don't like it."
"You need to drink, and eat." Ser Jorah looked pointedly at Daenerys. Daenerys pouted , "Is there anything else?"
"The Dothraki have two things in abundance ; grass and horses. People can't live on grass. In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost and grass with stalks as pale as milk that glow in the night." Jorah spoke as both Targaryen girls listen. "It murders all other grass , The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything. That's the way the world will end," Daenerys stared off into the distance, still trying to figure out how she'll will get through her new life. "it'll get easier.". Jorah looked upon Daenerys.
Daenerys looked upon him with a stoic expression guiding her horse to move forward no longer riding next to them. Daella sighs, looking to jorah, "When will we rest, Ser Jorah?"
"I'm guessing soon."
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They stopped at an open field, Daella watched as the great tribe set up the camp, some pitched tents and others gathered sticks for the fire and the woman cooked. Ser Jorah helped Daenerys off her white stallion, lifting her off. Daella noticed Daenerys was looking a bit paler than usual and her hands were red and cut up. A group of young women gathered to their Khaleesi. Daella helped Daenerys stand as they walked to her tented.
"Sit her right there." Daella commanded, the women took Daenerys from Daella and sat her down. They opened her palm and rubbed some ointment over her cuts. Silent took over them until Daenerys spoke with a dreamy voice. " Have you ever seen a dragon?"
Daella looked at her sister curiously, fixing Daenerys hair. "Dragon gone, Khaleesi." one of the women spoke.
"Everywhere?" Daenerys looked at the three eggs that sat in a makeshift chest with candles lit around them to keep warm. "Even in the east?"
"No dragon, brave men kill them." Daella furrowed her brows. "How? if dragons where big and feared?"
"It is known." One said.
"A trader from Qarth told me that dragons come from the moon." Another said, not really answering Daella question.
"The moon?" Daenerys said corking up a smile. The girl looked up at Daenerys, "He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi, that once there were two moons in the sky. But one wandered too close to the sun and it cracked from the heat, out of it poured a thousand thousand dragons and they drank the suns fire."
Daella stifled a laugh, though it caught all of the girls ears. "What! It's not funny, i tell true."
"Surely you're jesting, you don't wholly believe that." Daella spoke, the girl beside Daella giggled. "Moon is no egg. Moon is goddess- wife of sun... it is known."
Daella rolled her eyes as the woman by Daenerys feet chimed in. "It is known." she repeated. Daenerys thought for a moment.Before speaking, "Leave me with her."
Daella brows crestfallen, " Are you sure."
Daenerys turned to her sister, giving her a slight smile. "Yes, i just wish to speak with her."
Daella nodded walking out of the tent with the other women.
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Night had fallen and Daella resided in her own tent that was made for her. Daella closed her eyes sighing as she laid on the makeshift bed made of straw and hay.
Daella slept good that night, only awaiting for what the next day would bring.
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