[ Daenerys would not be the first mother to be caught off guard while tending to her child. Fortunately, Drogon is not human, and Daenerys is not alone!
That stench is awful! Of all the things she expected from dealing the creature an injury, the smell permeating the clearing isn't one of those things. Then a command from Dany, and the not-so-baby dragon's jaws open to release a bout of flame.
Vex'ahlia possesses no water magics. But she can't help but hope that her own scaling will help protect her against different dragon fire.
She dives away, unsurprised but resigned by fire's indifference where friend or foe is concerned. Body drops and rolls, her own wings tucking in tightly, and she muffles a curse of pain and landing on the left one's joints awkwardly. Still, the Shade is still loose, and Vex brings up her bow to bear, firing off another shot once she's up on one knee. ]
[ It was unfortunate with how hot Drogon's fire was. It burns, rips into brush and wood as if it was nothing. He has a long way to go since she last recalled his mighty roar, but it was enough to help. Dany wishes it didn't spread so much, put the other woman into danger – but she can't control a dragon, no matter the mothering nature she has.
Daenerys is still a woman unskilled with weaponry, no matter the tutor a knight or her weapon forged from the most notable steels. She was no warrior but she tries. The creature lunges and Daenerys drives her arakh into the crook of its neck, right at the moment Vex's arrow impales into the side of its jaw. It falls onto her, a deathly cry mirroring Dany's fearful grunt and plead.
Trying to wiggle free, to not allow the beast to ooze anything onto her in fear of infection. Her voice trembles as she barely can wiggle out, her legs pinned and Drogon taking a defensive curled root feet away into the ground. ]
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[ Daenerys would not be the first mother to be caught off guard while tending to her child. Fortunately, Drogon is not human, and Daenerys is not alone!
That stench is awful! Of all the things she expected from dealing the creature an injury, the smell permeating the clearing isn't one of those things. Then a command from Dany, and the not-so-baby dragon's jaws open to release a bout of flame.
Vex'ahlia possesses no water magics. But she can't help but hope that her own scaling will help protect her against different dragon fire.
She dives away, unsurprised but resigned by fire's indifference where friend or foe is concerned. Body drops and rolls, her own wings tucking in tightly, and she muffles a curse of pain and landing on the left one's joints awkwardly. Still, the Shade is still loose, and Vex brings up her bow to bear, firing off another shot once she's up on one knee. ]
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Daenerys is still a woman unskilled with weaponry, no matter the tutor a knight or her weapon forged from the most notable steels. She was no warrior but she tries. The creature lunges and Daenerys drives her arakh into the crook of its neck, right at the moment Vex's arrow impales into the side of its jaw. It falls onto her, a deathly cry mirroring Dany's fearful grunt and plead.
Trying to wiggle free, to not allow the beast to ooze anything onto her in fear of infection. Her voice trembles as she barely can wiggle out, her legs pinned and Drogon taking a defensive curled root feet away into the ground. ]