scylla -----
by anawar out of daenerys
The Desert has more of a homely feel to it than the Ledge ever did. Scylla’s not entirely sure of how the added heat will affect her; she’s glad she’ll have the entirety of winter to adjust before the extremely hot days return. She’s been wandering around the territory on her own, partly to gather her own thoughts and partly to allow her mother to reconnect with those whom Dany had obvious thought long gone.
Scylla knows that she can’t live with her dam forever – nor would she want to. She’s been thinking vaguely of visiting the other islands to see what she thinks of them and to see if she could meet some different personalities. Having been so insulated all her life, she thinks she would enjoy knowing some other faces.
She’s spent the day down on the Desert’s shoreline, letting the surf lap at her sturdy hooves, contemplating nothing in particular but simply thinking over every aspect of her life. She’s noticed that as she’s gotten older that her priorities have been shifting and her thoughts have become much deeper, so she’s often sought solitude whenever one of her contemplative moods strikes.
She’s so engrossed in her thoughts that she almost misses the familiar summons. It takes her a minute to process the sound, but when she does, she immediately heads up the sandy banks, her entire face lighting up, feeling much younger than her four years. (Is she not allowed to still want to be a little girl when she’s with her dam?) She stumbles slightly as she canters over the occasional dune; it certainly feels as if she’s reverting back to childhood.
Her dark nose points briefly toward the sky before being pulled in toward her chest as she heads toward where her mother is waiting for her. She sees the huge mound of sand that hides one side of a boulder – she’s passed it several times in her exploration of the Desert so she knows it’s there – and knows that’s where she needs to go.
She rounds the sand and there stands Daenerys in all her black and white glory. Scylla’s heart is full; even now, she loves her mother more than anything in the world. She says nothing as she steps up to Dany’s side and pushes her nose through her mother’s mane, brushing the firm neck beneath. ”Mother,” she murmurs, ”how are you?”
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