video; un: stormborn

[song_of_fire]

[She's a bit more tanned than most who know Dany have seen her before. Her peach fuzz has now officially become a pixie cut with her silver hair standing out. Drogon is with her, sadly not grown very much, but at least curled around her shoulders contently. You might notice his claws digging into her skin, a hint of possessiveness about him. There's a reason for that.

In front of her is a makeshift incubator for two dragon eggs, keeping them warm despite looking really fossilized. Not sure how well it translate on video, but necromancers and life sensitive people should be able to pick up that they're not truly stone and there's magic in those eggs.]

Jon Snow and I have recently returned from our journey to the Sibilant Sands. Much as we thought, there are a number of dragon bones present as well as Minaras airships. It seems the further you journey in, the more you encounter sandstorms and find more remains.

There were scales as well. We each have a few if you wish to inspect it.

These were the true treasures. [She beams happily at the eggs, as proud as any mother.] I believe they are capable of hatching and I sensed a similar magic in them as I did with Drogon's egg. Time and magic might help them eventually hatch.

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[northerndragon]

[He'd prefer not to think about dead dragons, in truth. Nothing has yet induced him to tell Dany about Viserion, and he hopes nothing does. She need not grieve now for something she may not remember is coming. They'd found many bones in the sands, but that was different.]

What killed them? This sickness people speak of, or something else?

[downswing]

War. Pestilence.

...we do not yet know what raised them.

[northerndragon]

[He had taken so quickly to riding the dragons -- almost too quickly. Mayhaps it was because neither he nor the dragons should be alive?

Yet, even so, they had seemed quick enough, and bright.]

Seems to me like we can make a guess or two. Anyone found any mirrors about the place?

[downswing]

Creatures sorcered to transform into humans.

Drenched in dark waters.

[northerndragon]

[It had been a poor jest on his part, anyway, the thing about the mirror, and still only half a jest.]

Like dolls, or the straw dummies we use to train back at home?

[downswing]

Dolls, overgrown.

[northerndragon]

Not the first time, but the first time they've been so big.

Do we know who the dollmaker is?

[downswing]

We suspect them bound to an agonised child.

[northerndragon]

[...]

Which child? Do we know?

[downswing]

He who appears in the Unwinding. The Tower thereafter.

Believed son to the Beastmaster.

[northerndragon]

The boy thought to be given to the volcano.

Do we know how he lived? That is — is he alive, or is he something other?

[downswing]

Apologies. Unknown.

Some of our companions, succumbed to the volcano's strength, merely hosted its residue. A stain.

[northerndragon]

I have no children of my own, but I cannot but think that near any father, any father worth the name, would have done the same, or would have been tempted.

I am sorry we could not bring them together again.

[downswing]

I would scour this world and the next for my son.