[ Repaid with betrayal... Daenerys was, if anything, seemingly more open about her past grievances than the acerbic swordsman was. He had a tendency to guard his past more. ...if only because it would only beget further questions. For a time, Cloud says nothing as she settles her arms around his waist. His eyes slip down to the road ahead, the sound of Drogon soaring overhead accompanying the Queen's words. ]
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[ Her words would not go wasted on the larger blond she holds from behind as balances the machine idly. There's so little that Cloud knows about her circumstances (let alone what she's committed and had committed to her in kind). But... ]
I'm sorry for your loss.
[ It's not much. But there is a softness to his voice that implies that he truly means it. By his own admittance, the swordsman hadn't much else to offer on the matter. Not unless he was of her world too, anyway. The silence lingers for another beat of a moment before he starts the engine of Sköll. It's not overtly loud, but it does gently rumble beneath them. Knowing that she's pressed against his back some, he feels comfortable in getting ready to go. That is...well, besides one little detail that he's curious about.
He's not scared of a dragon, but... ]
You think Drogon'll tag along? [ Just follow mama and the strange spiky-haired man on a metal black and red horse. No big. ]
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[ Her words would not go wasted on the larger blond she holds from behind as balances the machine idly. There's so little that Cloud knows about her circumstances (let alone what she's committed and had committed to her in kind). But... ]
I'm sorry for your loss.
[ It's not much. But there is a softness to his voice that implies that he truly means it. By his own admittance, the swordsman hadn't much else to offer on the matter. Not unless he was of her world too, anyway. The silence lingers for another beat of a moment before he starts the engine of Sköll. It's not overtly loud, but it does gently rumble beneath them. Knowing that she's pressed against his back some, he feels comfortable in getting ready to go. That is...well, besides one little detail that he's curious about.
He's not scared of a dragon, but... ]
You think Drogon'll tag along? [ Just follow mama and the strange spiky-haired man on a metal black and red horse. No big. ]