He didn't do too much flying today as a dragon. In fact he got to spend most of it human and practicing and refining his swordsmanship skills.
D. Targaryen
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It was quite late and Drax was just coming back from a lengthy flight from the North. Upon his arrival back to Kings Landing, he was met with the dragon keepers who were seemingly always awaiting the many dragons arrivals as well as observing their goings. A couple of them were speaking to him in
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Drax had spent some time finding a comfortable place to sun himself as a (dragon) since it's been an oddly quiet and yet warm day. Towards the blackwater was where he'd picked, of course there were children running about and oddly enough didn't pay him no mind when he'd landed in the sand. Dragons
Plops himself into bed, he's one tired dragon. He'd spent the day hunting and then flying to various parts of the realm on behalf of the queen. To say he's had a very long day is an understatement.
One of the various pieces of art that @heartofthedragon.bsky.social had made and placed in their chambers. (Vuk Kostić.)
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𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅.
a close up of a woman 's face with dark hair
ALT: a close up of a woman 's face with dark hair
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𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑉𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆? 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.
Good morrow! He's going to have to go hunt and sustain his dragon self in a little bit here. It's been a little over two weeks since he was last able to hunt for himself.
The night is fairly quiet and warm. Yet he's opted to stay in his chambers to begin reading from his pile of books that have been accumulating. All the while indulging in honeyed wine and lemon cakes. Thanks to the cook for the drink and snack even though suppertime was over.
Good morrow, my lords and ladies of the court and realm.
