Dany felt lost and more alone in this universe than ever before. It wasn't so much the physical world that makes her feel this way - she has her family and daughter with her, after all - but more of a spiritual feeling.

If the Gods were real, they obviously cared little for Daenerys anymore.

It was night. She has found that when the sun went down, all the heat was sucked out of the air and ground. A chill swept over the land. It was cold this night, so cold she could see each of her exhales. The sky was afire of starlight, and a calmness unlike anything she has seen before grips at the Desert. Without a real reason, Dany longs for El Aran on this night. She wants to see her dearest friend, her blood. Like the old days, when it was only she and her in this world.

"Blood of my blood."

Her voice is almost a whisper when she finds El Aran. Seeing her makes Dany's spiritual confusion instantaneously disappear. She quickly closes the gap, sliding up beside the black mare, making sure she could feel her warmth against her. Her swelling sides make it noticeably easier to touch El Aran. "It's beautiful at night, isn't it? It feels almost like the heavens could be touched." She looks up into the starry sky, looking with admiration and wonder like a child would. And then, her whisper voice comes back.

"I missed you every day, El Aran."


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]