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╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧
He was right, of course, and in his captivity, Daenerys knew he had been just as much a slave as the others kept under Volantian whips. The magic that had bound him had not just been enslaving him, but also keeping him alive beyond the lives of those he loved. It was, in every way, a horrific sentence to inflict upon another. She would not compare his treatment to that of the other slaves she had helped free, however. A quick glance up to his profile catches the hint of a smile, but only just. “I would not call you a fool. I have no doubt that it will be a tremendous endeavor, but it is needed. Volantis is the only Valyrian Holding that anyone would respect as a new Valyria,” Daenerys allowed with a smile of her own.
In the comfort of her tent, Daenerys was pleased that Vaedar seemed to relax as easily as she did and she paid close attention to her guest when it came to the mystery of his dragon. Dany took a sip of wine, her thoughts following several paths before returning to one that seemed the most promising. “Your bond… My own is, I admit, wild and untrained, but Drogon seems to know if I am in danger from across a great distance. I have no doubt that magic is involved in some way, but… the magic that entrapped you… it kept you ageless. Could it not have also affected Azaes through your bond? He did not roam the world, as the people believed my dragons to be the first in centuries,” she pointed out thoughtfully.
“It is as you say, magic is vast and mysterious. Before freeing you, I would not have thought a human might become a dragon and yet, here you are, a living, breathing man,” Dany offered softly. He was the last living Valyrian. It was a sad thing to be so alone and she felt that, felt that deeply. All Daenerys could do now was give Vaedar an opportunity to connect with herself and her people here in this time and world. As he selects bread, Daenerys plucks up a piece of cheese. More to ease his discomfort than from hunger. Relaxing back on the settee, her features took on a pensive look for just a moment. “There is much I could ask, but perhaps I should tell you how I came to have my dragons. In that, you might gain more clarity,” she hummed, taking another sip before beginning her tale.
“I received three stone dragon eggs as a wedding gift. It was said they turned to stone with time and had come from the Shadowlands beyond Asshai, but I picked up the black on and felt something. I began to dream of a black dragon and in those dreams, I came to understand what I had to do, but it wasn’t until a maegi betrayed me, killing my husband and child within me that I felt a certainty. On his funeral pyre, I placed the eggs and tied the maegi to it. The fire was lit and, when it reached its highest peak, I stepped into it. I heard… an unimaginable crack, then another and another and, in the flames, my dragons found me. Life had paid for life. When morning came, I knew I had to do whatever was necessary to protect them and so I have.”
ᴀ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ
𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 that
are now unraveled from whatever veil obscured them since his
reawakening, this world is still novel, in a sense. Simultaneously
both familiar and strange, so to have that bond with his mount once
more occupying its ever present place in his consciousness, was a
needed balm of reassurance. Despite the comfort steadily seeping
through him—reigniting that CONFIDENCE the dragonlord would wear in
his time like a second skin—the WARINESS did not relent. Except
when it comes to Daenerys. Just being close, meeting the amethyst of
her hues, appeased that DISTRUST, as confusing as it was for the man
to feel thus for a woman he’s just met; that sense of overwhelming
gratitude is surely to blame. It’s likely also why, to some extent,
he wishes to partake in her intent for Volantis.
Bringing the cup to his lips, Vaedar listened
attentively at her shared thoughts regarding his dragon’s
preternatural survival, how it could be tied to his own MAGICAL
entrapment. His eyes acquired a thoughtful look, mind pondering on
the possibility of that theory but just as he’d stated prior; magic
does harbor many mysteries that even those INTIMATE to it fail to
fathom entirely. ❝ The bond is also a form of magic, ❞ he agrees.
❝ And like it, it shall require time and practice to tame but I
doubt any of us fully masters it. ❞ Charoite gaze lowers to the
dark liquid of the wine, swiveling with the movement of the cup in
his hand. ❝ What you speak is plausible—I was trapped through
magic and with the bond being of a similar nature, it is possible
that it also affected Azaes. ❞ For a moment, that didn’t
necessarily settle well with the rider; to know that because of his
recklessness that resulted in his capture, the dragon SUFFERED. To be
captured by whatever magical force held him prisoner was not at all a
pleasant experience, and the thought of his mount knowing that same
kind of PAIN, caused a flare of ANGER to flare—Anger at himself.
However, there’s no point in dwelling in what’s
already passed; the thought only lasting for a fleeting instant
before refocusing on the Targaryen expectantly as she began her tale.
Daenerys spoke and what she had to say was wondrous, violet eyes
widening in silent AWE, what remained of his bread forgotten now.
There was also SYMPATHY and he almost offered his condolences for her
loss, having experienced such himself, but the silver-gold haired man
refrains. The Valarys is not yet certain that he’s ready to speak of
his losses. Lowering the cup of wine as well, he leaned forward
whilst turning more fully in her direction beside him. ❝ So that is
how you brought dragons back into the world. ❞ The valyrian
uttered, having read about the absence of dragons in the last century
but not of how specifically they were reborn. ❝ Perhaps that is why
you were able of freeing me… Like you freed your dragons from
stone. The sound you heard must’ve been the echo of that magic coming
to life from within, and all around you in that fire. ❞ He paused,
looking down to where his hand rested above his knee. ❝ But I was
already alive—You needn’t exchange a life for mine. This tale,
though… It is familiar. ❞ Vaedar admits with a subtle frown,
shuffling memories, and all he grasped was the voice of his
grandfather RESOUNDING through time.
❛ To wake dragons from stone… A Song… ❜
Shaking his head once dismissively, a smile curves
his lips. ❝ Mother of Dragons—Missandei mentioned that was one of
your titles. It is only fitting. ❞ The dragonlord says with both a
hint of amusement and ADMIRATION but the former is then eclipsed by
warmth. ❝ My gratitude for you has now only increased, Daenerys.
For to be brought back into a world where dragons remained extinct,
would’ve been like waking to a nightmare. You’ve spared me of that