(The strange sensation of something foreign seeking out the part of her that lies at her core should make her recoil. But Usagi had sought her trust and she had given it. Daenerys is strong - stubborn - and though the lights dazzle her and the feeling of some power intruding on her most secret self frightens her, she does not budge. The other woman will witness the dragon within her unfurling - a mother who is fiercely protective of her young; a queen and a leader who will use her scales to defend her people. She does not bare her teeth or her claws, but she watches Usagi intently, waiting patiently for what is to come.
She sucks in a sharp breath as the wings bloom from her back and she takes to them as if she was always meant to have them, giving them a gentle flap. Drogon trills his joy, leaning his head back, his wings outstretched. Daenerys feels as if she has been floating in a different place and with the voice of her son, she is brought back to solid ground. Words are beyond her and she stares at the other woman, her heart hammering in her chest.
Her legs won't hold her anyway and Usagi had said not to touch anything, so she falls onto one knee - with more grace than she feels - and bows her head.)
You don't know what they mean to me... (Freedom, adventure...dragons. She is a Targaryen without limits.) Who are you? I'm sorry for never noticing...
(Surely Usagi is a goddess. A hot blush makes her cheeks ache. She had been so rash with her. So presumptive. And yet she has given her this gift.)
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She sucks in a sharp breath as the wings bloom from her back and she takes to them as if she was always meant to have them, giving them a gentle flap. Drogon trills his joy, leaning his head back, his wings outstretched. Daenerys feels as if she has been floating in a different place and with the voice of her son, she is brought back to solid ground. Words are beyond her and she stares at the other woman, her heart hammering in her chest.
Her legs won't hold her anyway and Usagi had said not to touch anything, so she falls onto one knee - with more grace than she feels - and bows her head.)
You don't know what they mean to me... (Freedom, adventure...dragons. She is a Targaryen without limits.) Who are you? I'm sorry for never noticing...
(Surely Usagi is a goddess. A hot blush makes her cheeks ache. She had been so rash with her. So presumptive. And yet she has given her this gift.)