serpents writhe within the confines of the dragonmont, WINGS STIRRING AIR CHOKED WITH VOLCANIC ASH, trills and chirps echoing between obsidian walls . the queen approaches in a streak of black, a shadow given a crown, a mother whose grief has become wrath . ever obedient, syrax bends to her, awaits the creak of leather and click of chains . once astride, dragon and rider together make for the yawning maw of the cave opening, a salt taste to the breeze which pushes into their lungs .
sōves . BETWEEN TWO BOUND MINDS PASSES A SINGLE WORD, OTHERWISE SILENT . golden wings unfurl in a great sweep, subtle bronze and silver markings showing once exposed to the sun . syrax makes her leap, a surge of muscle which propels her forth, plummeting for the shortest moment before soaring upward, wings beating in wide, sweeping arcs .
the world has opened beneath and around them, all grey stone and blue seas — kings landing a distant, red speck upon the horizon . from the dragon's mouth comes a trumpeting roar, a sound of righteous vitriol, REMINDED OF ALL THAT HAS BEEN LOST SINCE LAST HER SHADOW PASSED OVER THE CITY . at her back, following the wide circles they are turning, rises a slender red creature, her rider's husband astride, and from the cave can be seen a silver dragon's head, awaiting her orders .
“ we are to take the city, at last ? ” inquires the golden beast, head turned aside so that she might look upon her saddle, at the queen within . her tail lashes with a savage excitement, HUNGRY TO SET HER FLAME AT LAST UPON THEIR ENEMIES, to rend them to pieces as they had her children, and their riders with them . silverwing at last takes to the air, a song of her own in her throat, calling out to her bronze mate to follow .
syrax begins another loop, casts her gaze out to the two, soon to be three, dragons at her back . despite their size being far greater than hers, their years vastly outpacing her own, she flies at their head, their wings following each beat of her own . PRIDE IGNITES LIKE A FLAME BETWEEN HER RIBS, smoke clouding from her nostrils with a loud, excited snort .
“ none shall stop us together, not even vhagar . i swear it to you, dear heart . ” deep voice makes its vow from between sharp black teeth as the last beast joins them aloft, the bronze fury leaping from the dragonmont in a great lurch . “ we shall take the throne, it shall be yours — as it should always have been . ” behind her, ALL THREE DRAGONS RAISE THEIR VOICES IN A HARMONIOUS ROAR, a battle cry in the shape of their queen's name .
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