out of my element

in my story, I'm the hero
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「where was this? the tiresome Daenerys walked on sharp rocks, her toes splayed and worn down by the colder climate she clearly was not accustomed to. she shivered and jolted her body as the frigid wind coursed through her crimson fur. her sleek build was no match for the northern weather. how on earth was it so cold here yet in boreas, it was the season of summer? it was clear Daenerys needed to find shelter and food by now after having spent days on her journey trying to venture back to warmer parts of the continent.

desperation and hunger drove her to call out for help then- a longing howl echoing through the crisp, cold air that held promise of a blizzard soon. hopeful she had been, praying for someone to tell her the quickest way out this winterland. 」


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Daenerys talks/Isis talks ─ "Think"