[why shouldn't an insect have eyes? it puzzles her, and she tries to tease out meaning from it when she's met with a nervous smile. she's no stranger to those, feels as if almost all her smiles are masking some discomfort. she folds her hands to hide her bitten nails, about to offer up a nervous smile of her own when those words hit, falling like tiny, icy arrows all around her.
mother
she isn't stung, she isn't in pain. gods be good she isn't even frightened, just stunned into numbness, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on a hook even as the dragonfly speaks its riddles. that a dragonfly speaks is harder to believe than these words, just now.
she has not borne any children yet, had only just been betrothed to the king. but if the dragonfly speaks, and that is real, then might this be real too if it isn't all a dream?
(but what kind of dream? a mad whirl of one, but while she's here - shouldn't she, couldn't she just embrace it? it is a bit of a freedom isn't it?)
that the girl's a targaryen is indisputable to her - her first thought had been rhaenyra, but she is not disappointed, and the little icy arrows give way to gooseprickles all along her arms - arms that she opens to extend toward the daughter she might one day have? she can see a little of herself when the other stands, the drop in her stomach brings with it a surprised cry.]
Forgive me. I do not know if this is a dream, but if it is I would know your name before I wake?
[but the zealot's screams, and the whole of this place have topped out on weird, and with a nervous glance again to the swarm that doesn't seem to be approaching, a wince at the zealot and finally an opening of her hands as she reaches for the girl's hands. she is a woman grown, and taller than alicent.]
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mother
she isn't stung, she isn't in pain. gods be good she isn't even frightened, just stunned into numbness, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on a hook even as the dragonfly speaks its riddles. that a dragonfly speaks is harder to believe than these words, just now.
she has not borne any children yet, had only just been betrothed to the king. but if the dragonfly speaks, and that is real, then might this be real too if it isn't all a dream?
(but what kind of dream? a mad whirl of one, but while she's here - shouldn't she, couldn't she just embrace it? it is a bit of a freedom isn't it?)
that the girl's a targaryen is indisputable to her - her first thought had been rhaenyra, but she is not disappointed, and the little icy arrows give way to gooseprickles all along her arms - arms that she opens to extend toward the daughter she might one day have? she can see a little of herself when the other stands, the drop in her stomach brings with it a surprised cry.]
Forgive me. I do not know if this is a dream, but if it is I would know your name before I wake?
[but the zealot's screams, and the whole of this place have topped out on weird, and with a nervous glance again to the swarm that doesn't seem to be approaching, a wince at the zealot and finally an opening of her hands as she reaches for the girl's hands. she is a woman grown, and taller than alicent.]
Not so high, this tower.
[she laughs a little when she says it.]