"It keeps you alive, doesn't it?" And it healed her in a desperate time. Not something so easily forgotten, that. She's seen firsthand what ills blood magic can bring, knowing all too well her aversion to it in the first place. Which makes it all the stranger that she argues in favor of it. For now. "Fire is the same. It's life, death, destruction.
"Sometimes," she goes on, heedless of that glare as they fall into step, "Power must be terrible in order to protect those who are ours."
Irriella bolts ahead of them, hiccuping as she kicks up dirt and pebbles. The sunshine--even the quiet around them right now--is terribly misleading.
"Valyrians were a group of elves who resided in the wilds, and Targaryens were a house of elves who broke away to embrace the civilizations forming." These stories come easy to her. All too easily, she can hear Viserys murmuring of the great feats their ancestors accomplished. "Aegon the Conqueror was a fierce man who caught the dragon's eye through bravery and battle wits. He conquered many with his sisterwives, and in the end, was rewarded by drinking Epithymetikon's blood."
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"Sometimes," she goes on, heedless of that glare as they fall into step, "Power must be terrible in order to protect those who are ours."
Irriella bolts ahead of them, hiccuping as she kicks up dirt and pebbles. The sunshine--even the quiet around them right now--is terribly misleading.
"Valyrians were a group of elves who resided in the wilds, and Targaryens were a house of elves who broke away to embrace the civilizations forming." These stories come easy to her. All too easily, she can hear Viserys murmuring of the great feats their ancestors accomplished. "Aegon the Conqueror was a fierce man who caught the dragon's eye through bravery and battle wits. He conquered many with his sisterwives, and in the end, was rewarded by drinking Epithymetikon's blood."