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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 3, 2016 16:57:57 GMT -5
Olyvar nods. "Sounds like a good vow, I guess. It's nice having an accepting father I'm sure." He tossed a stae piece of bread overboard and looked for fish. "Find any candidates yet?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 3, 2016 17:15:44 GMT -5
"No." It was only half true. She knew who she would have married, if circumstances allowed, but there was nobody else who had taken her fancy. "My father wasn't pleased, but he has finally accepted what I am. He even said he's proud of me, the last time I visited Hornvale." She smiled. "I suspect my options are limited, even if I were in a hurry to marry."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 11:45:46 GMT -5
Olyvar rubbed his head and nodded. "If you say so," he said. "Smart lords would want a wife who can run an entire area by herself." He senses she's not telling the entire truth. He pointed. "Whales!" About a half dozen orcas can be seen swimming through the ocean, hunting fish.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 4, 2016 14:26:29 GMT -5
She watched the creatures. "Magnificent. They are strangely beautiful, aren't they? Are they dangerous to us?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 14:30:14 GMT -5
"Not if you're on the ship," he said. "Cannot recommend a swim." He chuckled, then was silent as he saw a shadow over the open sea. The pair look up and they see a blue scaled dragon soaring in the air, much darker than the sky, forty or fifty feet long. "Wha..." he sits, speechless.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 4, 2016 14:37:00 GMT -5
Morgan gasped. "Gods be good," she whispered. "I just..." She fell silent for a moment too. Then she lifted the Myrish lens to her eye to take a better look at the dragon and to see if it had a rider.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 14:47:49 GMT -5
There is no rider; the juvenile is flying alone. "It's not even a big dragon and it's still gigantic," he gasped. The beast wheels and turns in the sky, apparently enjoying its time out. Morgan sees another one with her lens on the horizon, this one greyish and smaller, thirty feet from snout to tail.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 4, 2016 14:53:13 GMT -5
"Magnificent." She gazed up at the dragons. She felt no fear as yet, only wonder and a curious sense of longing. "I wonder how many there are? I suppose we will see more than two as we get closer to Valyria." She turned to Olyvar, smiling. "What do you think of them?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 14:57:10 GMT -5
"They're so big," he said, "and graceful, but so dangerous," he added. "I've heard there are many more Vhagus has. Many more," he repeated. Sara is in the stern, watching them too. "I wonder what the world looks like from so high."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 4, 2016 15:07:38 GMT -5
"Perhaps we'll get to find out," Morgan replied, almost wistfully. "Nobody could see a dragon and not wonder that. I wonder if we will meet any infant dragons."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 15:10:34 GMT -5
"I imagine those get protected a bit more," he said. "I'd certainly not want to meet the mother. I've heard Drogon makes Rhaegys look tiny, and Rhaegys could eat both of those two," he said.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 4, 2016 15:35:04 GMT -5
She gazed up at the dragons. "The truly big ones like Drogon must be terrifying. Yet it would still be pleasant to see a little one newly hatched, wouldn't it?" She grinned. "Don't worry, I know dragons are wild beasts, not pets. I hope we arrive soon, truly. It seems Valyria is going to be a land of wonders."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 15:48:50 GMT -5
"Yes," he agreed, "it will." The rest of the day is watching the great winged beasts fishing.
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