she grows tired more easily these days, her wings feel heaver; and still the old queen aches to fly, the younglings swarming around her like fish -- clenches something harsh but sweet in her chest. laena, too, a precious balm for her aching heart. she was beautiful once, not like the brilliant meraxes; scales of silver and horns of gold, she was green like a summer forest once. now her black is bleached by the sun and most horns adorning her head had long since snapped off. she inspired terror once, STILL DOES, not quite like balerion used to. stuck between meraxes and balerion, she always had been, and despised them for it, now she misses them dearly. vhagar is alone, NOW, no more. ❝ i thank you for your sweet love. ❞ thunderous voice carrying such saccharine words, and the old she-beast rests her head near the lady of driftmark. some things remain unsaid, though. she loved dear laena, of course she did, but that changed little of her nature. a war dragon, vhagar was, a battle dragon. the calmth and care laena gives does the she-beast good -- but still she wants to go battle slain; SHE'D HATE TO DIE LIKE OLD BALERION. too weak to lift his body off the ground.
@laedy gets vhagar.
