[ It is the reaction of someone who has known too many fears and dulled herself: Danger becomes wonder, something to be admired and viewed as splendor, and Zokla sees only the tales of her childhood brought to life from a page. He is too far away to pose any threat, and there is no sight more magnificent in all the world than a dragon.
Zokla's father was Westerosi, Dany now suspects. To examine her face, she bears the look of the Seven Kingdoms about her. Does she know the same stories? she wonders, watching the girl rise onto her toes and laugh for joy. It is a queer sound, coming from someone so guarded.
Yet it is the same wonder Dany herself feels every time. She watches as Drogon flaps his wings into a glide, beginning to sail over unseen currents toward a rocky shore with his prize, unchallenged by anything lurking below. ]
Your sailors did not lie, [ she remarks, the dragon alighting upon a large boulder and beginning to tear into his prey with long black teeth. ]
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Zokla's father was Westerosi, Dany now suspects. To examine her face, she bears the look of the Seven Kingdoms about her. Does she know the same stories? she wonders, watching the girl rise onto her toes and laugh for joy. It is a queer sound, coming from someone so guarded.
Yet it is the same wonder Dany herself feels every time. She watches as Drogon flaps his wings into a glide, beginning to sail over unseen currents toward a rocky shore with his prize, unchallenged by anything lurking below. ]
Your sailors did not lie, [ she remarks, the dragon alighting upon a large boulder and beginning to tear into his prey with long black teeth. ]