[A Great Doom... It sounded like the sort of terms used to describe the disasters of the ancient world... The great floods, the fall of Atlantis, the plague of Justinian, the destruction of Pompeii... If the sea was smoking would that make it a volcano? But surely it couldn't still be erupting?]

So the dragons inbred themselves to extinction?

[If only a small number survived... Well. Gene pools didn't exactly benefit from being small. That would have taken quite a few generations at least, though, surely...]

... All the women in my village were the descendants of witches, but only I still had the talents. I was told that the outside world had rejected magic, and that magical creatures were dying out... Killed or chased into seclusion.

[Her expression grew somewhat dark, focusing on her feet instead of Daenerys as she spoke. The sort of lie was uncomfortable to tell, even if it had been what she had believed to be true all her life- until the night ALASTAIR took her. But uncomfortable was far better than the pain trying to explain the actual truth brought her.]

My line and many other witches truly did focus on healing, but... There were witches who used their powers to curse and to exact pains.