[ There's relief and a little bit of pride to hear the cheer in her voice. If she had clung to him, claws drawn and desperate as she begged to be let down, he would have abided her without question. There's something precious in her strength to push through. Aemond has never been one to underplay his mother's fortitude, a strength that those around her often let go unseen.
A smile warms the prince's lips, smug with his achievement. Vhagar's wings steady out, fanning out to glide high up in the air. ] Is there no better place?
[ It's a different perspective up here. The tallest towers of the Red Keep stand out among the rolling hills of the city, the people tucked within the crevasses of the streets looking no more than beetles nudging through cracks in the stone. Aemond adjusts his grip along the saddle, keeping the great wyrm gliding along the path of the city walls as he'd promised. The castle's centerpiece haunts their periphery as they make their lazy circle.
With her anxiousness no longer a concern, the prince's hand leaves her to rest at the head of the saddle. Vhagar gently banks as she ventures back towards the pit from which they'd emerged behind. As he'd promised, the flight would be simple. It's barely a taste of what the journey could be like flying down to the Reach. Five minutes of elation and wind is not sufficient projection for a journey that still takes days, but one he hopes is enough to spark a thirst in her for more.]
( A gentle laugh escapes from her at his words, muffled by the whipping air, and her lips pressed against his shoulder. )
I can think of a few, ( she truthfully admits, and while she laughed, her voice remains light with a hint of excitement — no mocking or dishonestly to be found. ) Yet I can see myself growing fond of the sky and the rumbling power beneath me.
( Never would she think to fly alone ( not that Vhagar would allow her ), nor would she allow for either of his siblings to take her aback their dragons because this boldness and courage are for him and him alone. No one, not even her childhood friend before him, has convinced her to take to the sky. She knows that with him, she is safe, and she can let down some of the walls she has built around herself over the years. )
We should fly further next. Mayhaps the Kingswood?
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A smile warms the prince's lips, smug with his achievement. Vhagar's wings steady out, fanning out to glide high up in the air. ] Is there no better place?
[ It's a different perspective up here. The tallest towers of the Red Keep stand out among the rolling hills of the city, the people tucked within the crevasses of the streets looking no more than beetles nudging through cracks in the stone. Aemond adjusts his grip along the saddle, keeping the great wyrm gliding along the path of the city walls as he'd promised. The castle's centerpiece haunts their periphery as they make their lazy circle.
With her anxiousness no longer a concern, the prince's hand leaves her to rest at the head of the saddle. Vhagar gently banks as she ventures back towards the pit from which they'd emerged behind. As he'd promised, the flight would be simple. It's barely a taste of what the journey could be like flying down to the Reach. Five minutes of elation and wind is not sufficient projection for a journey that still takes days, but one he hopes is enough to spark a thirst in her for more.]
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( A gentle laugh escapes from her at his words, muffled by the whipping air, and her lips pressed against his shoulder. )
I can think of a few, ( she truthfully admits, and while she laughed, her voice remains light with a hint of excitement — no mocking or dishonestly to be found. ) Yet I can see myself growing fond of the sky and the rumbling power beneath me.
( Never would she think to fly alone ( not that Vhagar would allow her ), nor would she allow for either of his siblings to take her aback their dragons because this boldness and courage are for him and him alone. No one, not even her childhood friend before him, has convinced her to take to the sky. She knows that with him, she is safe, and she can let down some of the walls she has built around herself over the years. )
We should fly further next. Mayhaps the Kingswood?