[Those do not sound like any dragon names she has heard, but the idea of calling anyone "Vermax" makes her chuckle. The dragon names were often not "people names", she supposed. The names of her dragons were all chosen with care, but they still sounded like dragon names.
At least, she thought so.
She is distracted from her amusement when Bull tells her of Ataashi. It drains from her face almost instantly, and her momentary sorrow passes like a shadow, replaced by cold fury.]
...good. I am glad they were able to flee with your help. I suppose that is what happens when dragons are plentiful.
[She could not even imagine such a thing occurring in Westeros but only because nobody was ever able to get close to dragons if they did not respect them. How very sad for these other dragons.
She exhales some of her anger and tries to go back to the lighthearted portion of what they had been discussing.]
Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal. Those are the names of my dragons.
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At least, she thought so.
She is distracted from her amusement when Bull tells her of Ataashi. It drains from her face almost instantly, and her momentary sorrow passes like a shadow, replaced by cold fury.]
...good. I am glad they were able to flee with your help. I suppose that is what happens when dragons are plentiful.
[She could not even imagine such a thing occurring in Westeros but only because nobody was ever able to get close to dragons if they did not respect them. How very sad for these other dragons.
She exhales some of her anger and tries to go back to the lighthearted portion of what they had been discussing.]
Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal. Those are the names of my dragons.