[ For all that she expects to hear, Viserion fell is far from it.
He takes her by surprise, a sharp, sudden thing that has her rearing back, spine stiffening. Her head cocks like a bird's, brows furrowing, an unguardedness to her gaze as uncertainty flashes briefly in blue eyes. ]
No. [ It's a sharp and jagged word, honed enough to draw blood. To draw something harsh in the face of his sympathies. His pity. ] My dragons cannot fall. That's impossible.
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He takes her by surprise, a sharp, sudden thing that has her rearing back, spine stiffening. Her head cocks like a bird's, brows furrowing, an unguardedness to her gaze as uncertainty flashes briefly in blue eyes. ]
No. [ It's a sharp and jagged word, honed enough to draw blood. To draw something harsh in the face of his sympathies. His pity. ] My dragons cannot fall. That's impossible.