mother of dragons

Speech ─ Think


she arrives in the harsher parts of auster: the dragon's blood grove. unbeknownst to her were the many wolves that resided all over as she treaded quietly following the scent of dragons's blood resin. the Dracaena cinnabari trees swarmed the seemingly deserted territory. barren with arid conditions & scorching hot temperatures, she endured as she found her prize finally.

she sizes up a tree with a satchel hanging loosely over her back, her silvery pools scanning over the rugged ashen trunk. she always admired the shape of these specific trees- how they provided shade for her. and as she came closer, she tucked her chin for a moment as she sent her glowing horns once into the bark with a bursting hit. easily, she pierced it-, drawing back as it slowly dripped out a rich red sap. quickly, she gathered it with her paws while she then sat; mindfully reaching into her bag and grabbing out three sparkling rubies. she'd carefully mend the red sap to the gemstones, one by one. after, Daenerys flickered her tail near while she carefully planted the sticky Sap now attached to rubies into the plush fur of her tail. 'adorning' herself she called it. patiently, she awaited for the sap to dry into a hardened resin that would be unmovable unless melted with fire. but during her session, her silvery pools caught the form of someone approaching.

quickly, she gathered to her paws, slinking her cloth bag to her backside once more as she swayed to view them head on, eyes squinting through the sunlight. gusts of wind blowing her perfume towards the stranger.





Daenerys Draco, first of my name