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⚘ canon dany challenge ⚘   dresses and costumes [3/?]  » white tokar with golden fringe

The floppy ears she chose today were made of sheer white linen, with a fringe of golden tassels. With Jhiqui's help, she wound the tokar about herself correctly on her third attempt.     —   Dany I, ADWD

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⚘ canon dany challenge ⚘   dresses and costumes [2/?]  » dothraki painted vest and riding leathers

Dothraki men and women alike wore painted leather vests over bare chests and horsehair leggings cinched by bronze medallion belts. Dany did not need to look. She was barefoot, with oiled hair, wearing Dothraki riding leathers and a painted vest given her as a bride gift. She looked as though she belonged here. Viserys was soiled and stained in city silks and ringmail.     — Dany III, AGOT

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⚘ canon dany challenge ⚘   quotes by dany [4/?]  »

Dany folded her hands together. ❝Words are wind, even words like love and peace. I put more trust in deeds. In my Seven Kingdoms, knights go on quests to prove themselves worthy of the maiden that they love. They seek for magic swords, for chests of gold, for crowns stolen from a dragon's hoard.❞ [...] ❝Perhaps," said Dany, with a coy look. ❝Though young girls have been known to be fickle. I may still want a magic sword.❞

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⚘ canon dany challenge ⚘   quotes by dany [1/?]  »

❝My speech may be Tyroshi, and my garb Dothraki, but I am of Westeros, of the Sunset Kingdoms,❞ Dany told him.

[or that moment when Dany listed the ethnicities of all of the men she would grow to love.]

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⚘ canon dany challenge ⚘   quotes by dany [2/?]  »

The godswife thought her a child, but children grow, and children learn.

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⚘ canon dany challenge ⚘   quotes by dany [3/?]  »

The Dothraki were muttering and giving her strange sideways looks from the corners of their dark almond eyes. They thought her mad, Dany realized. Perhaps she was. She would know soon enough. If I look back, I am lost.

As the smoke grew thicker, the Dothraki backed away, coughing. Huge orange gouts of fire unfurled their banners in that hellish wind, the logs hissing and cracking, glowing cinders rising on the smoke to float away into the dark like so many newborn fireflies. The heat beat at the air with great red wings, driving the Dothraki back, driving off even Mormont, but Dany stood her ground. She was the blood of the dragon, and the fire was in her.

The pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror, and Ser Jorah calling her name and cursing. No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don't you see? Don't you see? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

When the fire died at last and the ground became cool enough to walk upon, Ser Jorah Mormont found her amidst the ashes, surrounded by blackened logs and bits of glowing ember and the burnt bones of man and woman and stallion. She was naked, covered with soot, her clothes turned to ash, her beautiful hair all crisped away … yet she was unhurt.

As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

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⚘ canon dany challenge ⚘   moments [2/?]  »

The Dothraki named the comet shierak qiya, the Bleeding Star. The old men muttered that it omened ill, but Daenerys Targaryen had seen it first on the night she had burned Khal Drogo, the night her dragons had awakened. It is the herald of my coming, she told herself as she gazed up into the night sky with wonder in her heart. The gods have sent it to show me the way. Yet when she put the thought into words, her handmaid Doreah quailed. "That way lies the red lands, Khaleesi. A grim place and terrible, the riders say."

“The way the comet points is the way we must go,” Dany insisted... though in truth, it was the only way open to her.

She dare not turn north onto the vast ocean of grass they called the Dothraki sea. The first khalasar they met would swallow up her ragged band, slaying the warriors and slaving the rest. The lands of the Lamb Men south of the river were likewise closed to them. They were too few to defend themselves even against that unwarlike folk, and the Lhazareen had small reason to love them. She might have struck downriver for the ports at Meereen and Yunkai and Astapor, but Rakharo warned her that Pono's khalasar had ridden that way, driving thousands of captives before them to sell in the flesh marts that festered like open sores on the shores of Slaver's Bay.

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SNOWSTORM SUMMER:

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A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness... mother of dragons, bride of fire...