[ It was never her God to worship. It was Drogo's. The most she did was honor his beliefs, the ones that saw no harm to innocents at the very least... The remembrance was long ago, the pyre lost in her haze of the night – when dragons were brought to the world once more.
She was lost for a moment, enough for Melisandre's hand to take her clawed embrace. She tenses up – it's clear she still has not grown use to such casual and tender moments. Her heart nearly found itself to the floor when the word Dothraki eloquently spills past her lips. ]
How – [ How? That wasn't what she wanted to know. She knew how – the mirrors, but – ] Who are you, really?
[ Her hand tugs, not defensive as much as she is in a state of shock. Her eyes plead and she wants to reach back out to the woman despite her own closed off move seconds before. Before her was a tether, something only Jorah Mormont knew of in this world. A tether back home. ]
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She was lost for a moment, enough for Melisandre's hand to take her clawed embrace. She tenses up – it's clear she still has not grown use to such casual and tender moments. Her heart nearly found itself to the floor when the word Dothraki eloquently spills past her lips. ]
How – [ How? That wasn't what she wanted to know. She knew how – the mirrors, but – ] Who are you, really?
[ Her hand tugs, not defensive as much as she is in a state of shock. Her eyes plead and she wants to reach back out to the woman despite her own closed off move seconds before. Before her was a tether, something only Jorah Mormont knew of in this world. A tether back home. ]
Are you from Essos?