The more time that passed, the clearer it became that this place was not a dream brought on by exhaustion or fever or spoiled food. It was a shame; as a dream, it was lovely and strange, looking out at a soft blue sky beyond the edge of a floating island. Thrilling and surreal and awe-inspiring. As reality, however, it was...still all of those things, but they were buried beneath a thick layer of disbelief and terror.
There was a good deal more exploring she should do--gods knew she would need to find her lodgings before night fell--but she'd needed to find the edge of the world she was to live in now and look down at the world below, to feel that clutch of fright and exhilaration in the pit of her stomach. Someday, she mused, when both her dragons and her armies were large enough, she would look down on Westeros from this height...she wondered if she would feel as small and delighted and scared then as she did now.
Assuming she was ever allowed to leave this hells-forsaken place, of course.
With a soft sigh, Daenerys unfolded her map and turned on her heel, unhurried steps returning vaguely towards what she thought might be the same path she'd taken to get here. But, if it was not, well, then she would have explored a little more, and it was a very finite stretch of land she found herself on now; it was unlikely that she would be able to get lost.
Daenerys Targaryen | ASoIaF
The more time that passed, the clearer it became that this place was not a dream brought on by exhaustion or fever or spoiled food. It was a shame; as a dream, it was lovely and strange, looking out at a soft blue sky beyond the edge of a floating island. Thrilling and surreal and awe-inspiring. As reality, however, it was...still all of those things, but they were buried beneath a thick layer of disbelief and terror.
There was a good deal more exploring she should do--gods knew she would need to find her lodgings before night fell--but she'd needed to find the edge of the world she was to live in now and look down at the world below, to feel that clutch of fright and exhilaration in the pit of her stomach. Someday, she mused, when both her dragons and her armies were large enough, she would look down on Westeros from this height...she wondered if she would feel as small and delighted and scared then as she did now.
Assuming she was ever allowed to leave this hells-forsaken place, of course.
With a soft sigh, Daenerys unfolded her map and turned on her heel, unhurried steps returning vaguely towards what she thought might be the same path she'd taken to get here. But, if it was not, well, then she would have explored a little more, and it was a very finite stretch of land she found herself on now; it was unlikely that she would be able to get lost.