This day did not seem as bright as the others, they had heard the call of battle; felt the tension begin to filter in. Fears remembered, for she had been through this before. The loss of the plains she had been born upon was a loss she still felt and now the mountains she had come to love were in jeopardy. Worry over the queen, for she was very important to those she surrounded herself in. From the young princes' to her uncle, she can not help the love she feels for her queen despite the lack of time spent in her presence. The somber air within the den can be tasted and it does nothing but elevate her nerves at the ordeal, attempting her best to watch over her siblings but distracted by the what ifs that are created in her mind. It is when ears catch the sound of something just outside of the den does she look, watching her mother step out to investigate the sound. With a gentle nuzzle to Everett and Liah she stands to follow, curious and yet fearful of the aggressive noise. As her heart seems to stumble as her feet bring her out.
Brushing softly against her mother, briefly does she look into her eyes before turning to watch her uncle. A soft whimper escaping as she watches him, she had never seen him like this. The desire to go to him, comfort him is there. For she knows he is fearing for the queen. Stepping lightly, pale eyes glancing at the children before returning to Jericho. Ears limp, disliking seeing him in such distress. She moves to go to him, embrace him. Her heart breaking at the sight of him, but before she can take another step a mass of white is there, blocking her. Pale eyes seek her mother's orange, noticing the warning in her gaze yet rejecting it. He would never hurt her, how could mommy think such? She looks back to him, swallowing another whimper but accepting her mother's choice as she follows her to a spot close by. It is then she lowers to the earth, hoping that would restrain her feet from going to him. Brushing a parting nuzzle to the two bundles that collect between her front legs as they all soon seem to fixate on the pacing form of Uncle Jericho.
Each growl and snarl that erupts from him is like a lash against her heart but she cannot look away. Watching as he moves to step from the path, wanting nothing more than to go to his lovely friend. The answering snapping jaws of mommy causes a whimper to escape her, wide eyes misting over. Fearful of what will happen from this act but rooted to this spot by two bodies. She watches as he growls his dislike but returns to his path and she cannot help the slight tear that escapes. For once more her family was at ends, emotions high when a threat lingered at their door. As her muzzle shifts to seek the comfort of her siblings so close at hand. The contact required, craved. As eyes once more watch him. Another worry soon grows, as her mind thinks of the princes' and princess. Her heart aching for what they must be going through, for that was their mother. Another whimper as the thought of her own mommy engaged in a fight, though that was fairly normal it still did not lower her fears of her being harmed.
In her utter fixation on her uncle the sound of a familiar growl causes her to stand. Wide pale eyes bouncing between her snarling mother and uncle. No mommy! She screams it silently, unsure why her mother wanted to continue their feud now when he was in pain. No! Not today, as she moves to take a step and intervene her mother from harming him she is stilled by the shake of Jericho's head. He denied her, did not want her to soothe her mother so she would not strike him. Why? The pounding of her heart as she waits with bated breath hoping it would not come to this, briefly glancing at the children; prepared to whisk them away from the sight since she could not stop it. Another snarl from mommy is answered by Jericho's own but it seems to die off in a sigh. Time seems to stop, seconds feels like hours. Until it all seems to rush back with a howl that ignites the life back into Spirane. Queen Daenerys. Elation feels her, pale eyes watching as her uncle seems to soak her call in. It is then she see's it, knows why he hurts so much. He loved her deeply. Before she can absorb that thought too much he is rushing past mommy, a brief touch given in his dash to his love. Pale eyes watching his figure disappear in the wilds of the peaks before returning to mommy, who seemed frozen. Alarm fills her for a moment allowing a whimper to escapes. That is all that seemed needed to break her mother's state and she cannot help the soft sway of her tail. At her mother's approach she knows she has already forgiven her despite being unaware of just what had occurred between them. At the rasped words of her mother does she finally let a smile begin upon her lips, watching as she nudged her siblings into motion. The lack of tension in the air allowing them to laugh at the act. Moving to follow she is stopped by orange eyes that are filled with something she does not quite understand until rasped words accompany them.
The knowledge had her lingering behind, attempting to absorb the fact in face of the snapping jaws and growls. Mommy had not wanted to hurt him? Yet why had she done that? A sense of understanding is slow to take, where her mind computes compassion instead of violence unlike her blood siblings and mother, she understands it was her mother's way of helping him. And she cannot help the burst of warmth at her mothers actions, for today is the first time she had ever seen her mother offer her uncle anything other than hate. Finally noticing the silence around her she is quick to take off, hoping she had not fallen too far behind. Then she is there, stepping lightly from the brush as her eyes seem to light up at the commotion of so many gathering wolves. A sense of wonderment growing at the fact that had all come to support their queen. A feeling of love and respect is directed towards her fellow pack mates, despite some strange faces within the crowd. Pale eyes seek her mother only to see her attention elsewhere as her eyes follow.
There sat her queen, Jericho at her side and her body gives an involuntarily wiggle. Feet soon move until she is standing before the silver female. A torrent of wiggles making her lower in submission from her happiness at seeing her yet are hindered slightly as pale eyes takes in her wounds and small gasp breaks her lips.
"Congratulations Miss Daenerys.." She pauses unsure of her next words but they cannot be stopped.
"..I do not know much, but if you need me I can look at your wounds if you wish.." Stepping forward slightly as she gives her a light kiss before turning and leaving her to the care of her uncle.
It is as she moves back to her mother than pale eyes are drawn to a trio that seem to send her heart pounding. The forms of Rhaegal, Viserion, and finally Drogon. She offers a small smile to them before stepping in their direction. She cannot stop the brief touch as she passes Rhaegal and Viserion, knowing they had been worried for their mother. She knows she cannot take away the worry they had more than likely felt but she can offer her touch. It is when she comes to a form she knows all to well that she pauses, pale eyes seeking his dark red.
"Drogon.." His name is filled with tenderness, after all their time together she knows he is the one who has taken this the hardest. She does not hesitate going to his side and cuddling her fragile frame into his massive one, a whisper escaping.
"I offered your mother my help, I am sorry I cannot do more.." Her basic knowledge of healing would not do much but it all she has to give, her heart squeezes painfully for a moment at the little she has to offer. A heavy sigh escaping, comforted by his familiar warmth as pale eyes close. Offering him support through her words and touch.
you hold me in your hands
ONE - CRONE OF SPIRANE - SISTER OF SIX - IFRIT & EVERLYSE