[ something like a drake, then, if he be large enough to mount? aemond lets his imagination paint the image of a silver-blue dragon flying across the sky, wings where clawed limbs may be, eating lightning and drinking thunder as it courses through the twilight sky.
what a pretty picture it makes, and what a pretty maiden lauralae is before him. aemond can't help but smile against her fingers. ]
Does that make you my Auril? Would you allow it, when you have a greater power in your hands than I?
we close our eyes (figuratively)
[ something like a drake, then, if he be large enough to mount? aemond lets his imagination paint the image of a silver-blue dragon flying across the sky, wings where clawed limbs may be, eating lightning and drinking thunder as it courses through the twilight sky.
what a pretty picture it makes, and what a pretty maiden lauralae is before him. aemond can't help but smile against her fingers. ]
Does that make you my Auril? Would you allow it, when you have a greater power in your hands than I?