Look back on
The impregnation of God Prometheus was unsuccessful, the planet Arda was still the maiden of virtue. Amid whom, another childlike bride was brought to the Heaven’s Doors. She could see how Water Dragons are emerging from their water kingdoms, breathing blue fires in training, seeing on the other side how Wolves are evolving alongside all others who are growing, blowing Ice. The Lady Hand elucidated each theme for her, while she was sitting safe and sound in the silver saddle, on the dragonback, without being fettered to it or in any way blanketed, for it wasn’t cold and once she is fully theirs, she will receive all the heat from Dragon’s hide. She couldn’t believe that this is the life that chose her, she was in the mesmeric shape.
That one was bonded to Glor’s consciousness who is repeating that if there is some torture to be afflicted, he is the one who has the honor to do it, such a duty. Why was this? Why she was tied to him? Did he have something in his greasy objectives?!
She was also beholding how archetypes are Witchers for the Dragon People, that is why they voluntary, akin to the Great Snakes of the Skies, are undergoing mutations, who are with their Dragons, one and the same.
Nevertheless, illusionary images stopped. Dragon Helm of Bat Wings with the high red plume was serving as the faceguards for Lady Hand, Rhaenys Targaryen who turned to her, she couldn’t let her sit by her side, not yet, it was too jeopardizing, but she could assuage the grudge element she could feel that is in the air, better in the root to be cut upon, whiles her glimmering gown of armor, the warrior cape and the arm carved guards upon the gloved hands were related to the Dragon Queen of hers, and there shall be no bound mouth if that is what Nina is wishing as such.
It is satisfying to experience the bonding by bloods or binding in flesh, or feeling the unification of both of them, whilst everything around her is organic, visceral and pumping vessels of blood and fire, attached to it for eternity, for all was about flesh and bones, affixed to one another as she will be in the intestines of Womb that may use human chosen parts to function or within her own house that is going to be her personal haven which was undeniably in the state of surprise, for she was bringing a childlike bride, for real, they were notified ahead, readying themselves for their welcoming.
The sizeable wings of Meraxes were flapping around like it was fanning the world.
- Isn’t it, soothing and subduing, at the same time? – her bell’s voice sings, for the woman of her stature, it was unforeseen, and Nina found herself loving it.
- It is, it is really so! – if Jon Snow was of each bloodline, Nina was of each perfectness, even when she exhibits her bashful side, flying over the stone carved bridges which were bridging across the sheer powerfulness of the might, meeting the sky with the seeming horizons, they were reddening with the sundown. It knew the dark, it was handmade, wrought of blood, with how many that is forged in fire, born to lavish in ampleness and abundance, raised with a bind in its cavern, just like some Elves, it was the cage that was prevailing over the tragedy, and no silk or diamonds shall silence or bind, evermore. She was urged to enquire. – Why is that? – What is it, my dearest? – she looked upon the immensity the infinitude, the infinite distances, focusing what is before her anon.
- These excised out and scrimshawed stone bridges across the Seven Seas and the Narrow Oceans and the Endless Watters which are spanned over the Seven Hills, Seven Cliffs and the Seven Realms, and crossing over the traversed bounds? –Oh, they are serving as trade strings, with them, those who cannot fly or are using animal companions without wings, can cross, for it is as vast as you can see, those are paved routes. – But if something assaults them while travelling, passing or there is the billow from the abyss? Or anything alike? – Rhaenys was not dreaming, it was her Nina, who already learned so much by her side, and she was being influenced by what she was bringing from the outside, they were completing one another so well, as it was preordained.
- These are all rune engraved white stones, they are raw and they are durable. It is our Dragon Magic. – There is such a thing like Dragon Magic? – Rhaenys smiles in the eased mood. – Yes, we all have our perfecting styles, even though all is generic, comes from the one source only, and that is something which is protected to the blood and back, or so is the saying – the gust of breath was indeed so allaying her nerved points. – Fantastical it is. – Isn’t it? I told you, since all these endurable threads, the sustainable and bearable looping strands are the quintessence of somebody’s urging personification, and so are our stone bridges, they do not hang in the air or anything that is paralleling of how they are all to marrows soldered down, no, it is all Magic and hardwearing spite of ours.
- And how do people, of your House, or how is it dubbed, Hill? Holy or Holly? – Heh, Hill is Hill, Holy is sacred and Holly because you have no space that is left non-greened, and what was your question? I am keen to know. – Ah, yes, well, how are people carrying themselves? – You mean, clothes? – Yes. Would I be unfitting? – this did shake Dragon’s cage, and she spins fully to her human maiden. – My bride, never in the dream of yours to tell something like that, do not even deem it.
- But, I was hearing there are Escoffions or something like that, like headdresses and I know you are going to provide me with all I need or to grant my each whim, but I want to supply myself in some other ways, this is what was my question – Rhaneys snorts. – Of course, independence. And why would that be so notable for you and your future life with me? – What am I going to do? I have to devote myself to…- You have me and Meraxes, our darling.
It finally has shown its ugly head back. It was just a matter of time, and why their lives have to revolve around something that is the independent choice? She just needs to be happy, do her duty, have her thing of pastime which she can monetize, and everything else will be letting the blood flow, bleed, being between in and inside you, making healthier both the fruit and mother who is expecting a child, and if there are to be some complicacies, they are finding the cure, or they are begetting remedies of their own. Or go in search for soothers. Anyway, she was young.
- You have nothing to worry about, you are to be equipped with the integration and in those selection, you are going to find your cause – unlike many other Dragons, Meraxes wasn’t tolling when she spoke, she was a soft-spoken dragon, just like the beauty she carried with such affluent dignity. Amongst the sheeny clouds, she was the reigning Queen. It is never too late to change the path toward the heart, giving the second chances, like Lords and Ladies of the Blood. Nina felt cocooned. – You candidly believe that I will find my way with you Dragons? – their girl was the intrepid one. Nice. – Of course, you will, honey, and hold tight, do not nettle your Mistress for too much.
- You are both my Mistresses? Or do I have to see you as ones, or you are my Ladies? – You may see us as your family, if that is gentler for you? – it was the outspoken Lady Hand. – And tell me, you are one of the Olds? How Old, exactly? And why are you named Rhaenys? And do I have to take your surname Targaryen, like Dragon Consort or some of them? – Wow, that is a lot of questions, and yes, Olds are having their Wuthering Heights, led by Aemond, and we saw what most of our folks who are from Syrax didn’t, and you do not have to take my forename, but it is a family tradition, but however you like it, you can change it during the life or re-change, all is free. – Except freedom.
- You got this – both smiled relaxingly, and the Dragon blared a bit, just to vaunt self so, shaking things even more. – And the name? – Well, we trust in the Faith that the names are choosing us, it was natural for me to call Mera, Meraxes, it comes to you and that is how I got mine, Rhaenys, and you may call me, Rha, openly, and I bet it is the same for your name also.
- In truth, Nina is not my real name. I forgot my real – this was the downing revelation. – Oh, what a reveal. Don’t you think so, Mera? – Indeed, do you long to know? She can read your mind if you put your mind shields down. – No, thank you. I love Nina, and to go by that name, if I feel it, I will tell already to tamper with me. – This girl is growing bolder – all three have got to grin. – And yes, you will be taken care off with all so! In nothing you will lack and you will look just like me. – Eh? – I mean, fabulous and smarten up. – So, I am not like this for you now? – Oh, you little – prodded to tickle her fully!
Meraxes was feeling so good about both of them who were having the time of their lives, when, ultimately, the Hill House’s summits, which were greening from far away were flashing with the blinding blazes and blinking flashes of pearl twinkling. The top clarions were blaring and the drummers were heard, the sublime horns are blown, the subtle banners were risen, the fine drawn craft of the opening of Moon Gateways unfolds, so, trumpeting trumps were announcing the Lady Hand’s arrival and her childlike bride, preparing themselves for the inevitable advent. Everyone were on edge to descry whom did she bring with, and to all honesty, everyone were primped and preened, their attires were royalty, and those of middle-statuses were governing with their extra styles of headwears which were crowning them, the Targaryen Guards and Lady Guards as well as knights and Dames were trained and tutored at the tongue of reared caverns.
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- What is that jut out slab!? Borderless, immeasurable to see it! Terrific! – It is, our darling, Dragon’s Landing. – I see! – It also serves as a runway for other animal companions – Mera spoke!