"For the love of-you dumbass. You can't force a dragon egg to hatch! They won't listen to you! You AREN'T DAENARYS FUCKING TARGARYEN! YOU ARE NOT A MOTHER OF DRAGONS, THE STORMBORN, THE UNBURNT. ANYTHING! YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING IDIOT!"
I open my inventory and select the three dragons. Two sit on my shoulders, and the other I cradle in my arms.
"Salt, of course I'm not the Mother of Dragons! Cause I'm a dude and stuff."
I feed the dragons some chicken.
"Salt's being a little whiny prick because I have dragons and she doesn't. Want to help me calm down some colossal creatures? Or get them to fight the dragon?"
"Well, hopefully, the giant monsters can help."
The doors close as we descend, and the ones chasing us stop. They go into the much larger elevator, and follow us down.
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