[Daenerys feels like she's run a marathon, with an impossibly heavy weight bearing down on her back. Two consciousnesses fight for dominance on the other end of the empathy bond -- the raw anger of the dragon, and the cautious zeal of Daenerys herself. The anger has no anchor, but the rest of her clings to the empathy bond like it is the one thing keeping her conscious.
His voice cuts through the anger, thanks to his hand on her wing. The next time she huffs out a breath, it comes as a small cloud of mist on the air, and she rises to all fours. Her head swings on her long neck, turning to observe Jon with one orange eye. There is no mistaking her fury -- but there is recognition somewhere deep within them.
The bond was no good for communicating complex ideas, but she feels his pity for her now that she is no longer distracted by pain. The growl that comes from her is only partially unbidden, and short lived. A minor complaint.]
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His voice cuts through the anger, thanks to his hand on her wing. The next time she huffs out a breath, it comes as a small cloud of mist on the air, and she rises to all fours. Her head swings on her long neck, turning to observe Jon with one orange eye. There is no mistaking her fury -- but there is recognition somewhere deep within them.
The bond was no good for communicating complex ideas, but she feels his pity for her now that she is no longer distracted by pain. The growl that comes from her is only partially unbidden, and short lived. A minor complaint.]