What in the fuck. (Internal sigh. Some godsdamned people.)
When Daemon has regained from his pause, perhaps of shock, he moves closer, giving this northern 'King' (suspicious now) a close look. His body language will not radiate any kind of threat to Rhaegal, though in the distance, there's an odd sound of— trees branches snapping?
"You are a Targaryen."
A confident, low-voiced assertion. Daemon has seen the result of unblooded men claiming dragons (death, disaster), and he has seen the spark in dragonseeds. This is the latter, and no Velaryon or Celtigar. Dragonfire burns plainly, no matter how distant. And while it could just be Daemon's biases speaking, there's also the matter of the fucking dragon.
"How do you commune with our gods? How do you bond closer with your mount? They hear the language of Valyria in their bones."
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What in the fuck. (Internal sigh. Some godsdamned people.)
When Daemon has regained from his pause, perhaps of shock, he moves closer, giving this northern 'King' (suspicious now) a close look. His body language will not radiate any kind of threat to Rhaegal, though in the distance, there's an odd sound of— trees branches snapping?
"You are a Targaryen."
A confident, low-voiced assertion. Daemon has seen the result of unblooded men claiming dragons (death, disaster), and he has seen the spark in dragonseeds. This is the latter, and no Velaryon or Celtigar. Dragonfire burns plainly, no matter how distant. And while it could just be Daemon's biases speaking, there's also the matter of the fucking dragon.
"How do you commune with our gods? How do you bond closer with your mount? They hear the language of Valyria in their bones."