[The disappearance of magic... that had been part of the narrative she'd been fed ever since she was a child (as if she was no longer one). The idea that magic, as humans encroached and spread themselves over the globe, had begun to shrink, to hide, as magical beings could not go without "miasma".
Creating that miasma... that had been her life's purpose. The life's purpose of every Green Witch before her.]
Returned? What became of it?
[What happened between the past she spoke of, her ancestors atop dragons, and the present she described?
Her gaze follows the point of Daenerys' finger, past her broken, bandaged feet soaking in the lapping waves, watching as the flame licked from the dragon's mouth and out towards his prey, wide-eyed and wondering.
Perhaps she could find a way to measure how hot those flames were...]
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Creating that miasma... that had been her life's purpose. The life's purpose of every Green Witch before her.]
Returned? What became of it?
[What happened between the past she spoke of, her ancestors atop dragons, and the present she described?
Her gaze follows the point of Daenerys' finger, past her broken, bandaged feet soaking in the lapping waves, watching as the flame licked from the dragon's mouth and out towards his prey, wide-eyed and wondering.
Perhaps she could find a way to measure how hot those flames were...]