Chapter 56
Chapter 56
Drogon felt restless.
Not that they had enough brains to interpret the feeling. Even if their and their siblings’ lives were filled and defined by feelings. From first seeing the light of the fire they were born in, to clamping down onto the nipples of their new mother…
Feelings were just there.
They didn’t need to be understood.
But sometimes it was the lack of understanding that mattered. Because their feelings? They were hardly reliable.
After all, Mother was Mother. She was everything. Until they fledglings (them) outgrew the nest. After that? She wouldn’t have any say in anything. But until then? Until then, helpless hatchlings had to follow their mother. Her lead. And example.
Because the feelings said so.
But who is Mother? Really? Because the one who hatched and nurtured and the one who gave life are two very different things. And feelings.
So who is theirs?
Daenerys Targaryen the ‘Stormborn’ who fed them from her own teat or the nameless dragoness whose flashes of memory they sometimes glimpsed?
Their choice was obvious.
But wrong…
Not that the smart but still animals that were the three terrors of Essos knew that.
And so when they felt the feint hum of connection, Elder, Nest coming not too far from the city their pale-haired mother was Queen of, the abstract feeling was easy to ignore. After all, it’s not like they haven’t overcome their instincts before. It wasn’t like their Mother hadn’t taught them otherwise. That even if you really want to set an annoying two-legged disturbance on fire, you can’t. not unless Mother says so. And the Nest? The connection? Mother didn’t say so. So why waste their time? Why waste the energy to fly there and then have to struggle to find their place in an already established hierarchy of an existing Nest? After all, their home is with Mother. And they don’t even have to do anything to be accepted.
And if the three animalistic dragons gave up on their potential development and evolution in the moment they chose to follow the easy path? It was their own decision. No one else’s. Giving up on the narrow window of opportunity during which they were still rapidly growing and could accept the magic required to make magical creatures part of a magical race was their choice.
Oh well…
And if Drogon chose not to challenge fate, to not bring a poisoned Daenerys to the source of the feeling? The source which could have healed her without breaking a sweat?
Too bad. So sad.
It’s not like Draco needed to have any more mouths to feed.