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˖*°࿐ chapter thirteen. xiii. TARIO
LAELIA WATCHES AENERYS FLY BY, his wings flapping rapidly to keep up with the ship but to also keep his body in the air. They grew suddenly, now the size of a growing pup. Now she wears a blue dress and her hair is kept back in four braids, showing the four victories she's won. Lokis and Thoren fly by the sails, Aenerys diving into the water and coming out just as fast as he went in with a fish in his mouth. Laelia walks to the edge of the boat and watches as Aenerys throws the fish, burns it, and catches it again. He lands on the guardrail and begins eating the dead meat. Laelia pets him, his head now large enough to shrink down her hand. "Growing fast," Allister says as Aenerys moans and his spikes raise momentarily.
"Not fast enough," Laelia adds. "I can't wait that long." The black and red dragon flies away, his now-long wings carrying him through the air at a fast rate. "I need an army."
"We'll be in Tario by nightfall," Allister notes, staring at the dragons. "Some say the Unsullied are the greatest soldiers in the world." Laelia turns to look at him. "The greatest slave-soldiers in the world," she corrects, "the distinction means a good deal to some people."
"Do those people have any better ideas about how to put you on the Iron Throne?"
A dragon's screech is heard.
"It's too beautiful a day to argue," she replies, seeing an Enochian man throw up his food from the waves of the sea. "You're right. Another lovely day on the high seas," Allister retorts. "Don't mock them," she tells him, "they're the first Enochians who have been on a ship. They followed me across the poison water." Men and women rest their heads on their knees, one cleaning up the bile from the wood planks. "If they'll do it others will and with a true khalasar ―"
"The Enochians follow strength above all, Khaleesi," Allister states. "You'll have a true khalasar when you prove yourself strong, and not before."
She stares at all the men and women with emotionless eyes.
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MUSIC PLAYS AND ASGARDIAN CITIZENS CHEER AS THOR RAISES HIS HAMMER, wearing full-body armor with a red cape and a helmet with wings attached. He walks down the flight of stairs and down the lines of palace guards, who held spears and wore yellow capes and bronze armor. He throws his hammer and catches it, pointing it at Lady Sif, who mutters an "oh, please." Frigga smiles at her son and looks to Odin. He sits on his throne with a bored look on his face, eye patch attached to his eye, and his staff in hand. Odin remembers the time he was crowned king of Asgard and how he was as happy as Thor, yet Thor was still a prince.
