This was no illusion. While Dany was exhausted and possibly a liitle too dehydrated, the desert could not fool her. "My baby!" Her voice is strong with emotions, but it barely reaches a pitch above her normal speaking voice. "My baby girl is okay. Thank the Gods!" She stares back at Scylla, the two almost a split image of one another.

It is Daenerys who makes the move; the mother move.

She listens as Scylla asks where she has been, but she doesn't answer her. Tears roll down her cheeks, but they are tears of joy, not sorrow. She quickly closes the gap between them, rubbing her face (which was now soaked) against her girl's, she gently rubs her way down to Scylla's neck with the side of her cheek. Her mane gets in Dany's eyes, and it stings like the harsh wind, but she doesn't pull back. Then, in a whisper, she finally speaks. "I promise to tell you everything, Scylla. But not yet, not yet. Mom has many things she needs to mend. Or at least try. And you're the first on my list, don't you worry. Please forgive me? Please, please forgive me Scylla. I know I've been a very poor mother to you ...please."

She steps back, to look at Scylla, admiring how beautiful she had become. She's growing up so fast. She's my beautiful, beautiful little girl no matter what though. She was about to say something similiar out loud, some compliment, but her attention is soon taken away to the arrival of another horse. When she looks over, there she sees her. The sun has took a tole on her black coat. She is rougher looking than Dany.This breaks her heart; just the sight of her. But she knew who it was. And she holds her breath.

El Aran

Dany fears her reaction the most, even more so than her own daughters. For a moment she stares back at her beloved sister. The silence was almost too much to handle. "Blood of my blood." She says, strong, proudly. I have forgotten to teach Scylla our words. I must remember, when she and I are alone. Teach her where she comes from. And that she has a younger sister ... somewhere out here that despises me. "El Aran..." She chokes, the shame suddenly washing over her once again. She lowers her eyes to the sand, and seemingly becomes stiff. As if she were turning into stone. "Please..." What can I possibly say?

I'm a disappointment, just as my mother told me. The Gods laugh at me. They mock my pitiful existence.

Then, she notices him too. He had arrived as silent as a ghost, and his stare seemed menacing of all three. Maybe it was the heat, but Dany swore she could feel the hatred engulfing this reunion. Finally seeing them sapped all her courage, and he looked so ... angry. Who could blame him?"This was a mistake. I'll go. " She looks at Scylla, sadly, and begins to turn away, to walk back in her tracks. Even if I told them about what really went on between Dorian and I, I don't think it's any excuse how I have hurt them.

And Dany begins to walk off, back down the dune, and once her back was to them, she cries freely, openly.



14.3 hh | black tobiano | missouri fox trotter/quarab | 9 years |
mother of scylla(f) [x anawar], myrcella(f) [x dorian], khaleesi(f) [x encantador](unborn) | character by nook | html by shiva | picture by blake
[pronounce as Day-NAIR-iss]