[The first thing Dany notices is that the dry air of the desert is gone, the heat of the flames that once surrounded her and her three eggs dissipated. Her beautiful blond hair's burned almost all away, leaving only bits, her plum dress from the fires.
The second thing she notices is that it's cold - very cold, and she pulls herself in on herself, wrapping her bare arms around her middle.
The third thing she notices is that her eggs are not with her - her arms are empty except for holding her body.
And now there's an unfamiliar man looking down at her, confused as much as she is. And he's addressing her, and she doesn't understand.]
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The second thing she notices is that it's cold - very cold, and she pulls herself in on herself, wrapping her bare arms around her middle.
The third thing she notices is that her eggs are not with her - her arms are empty except for holding her body.
And now there's an unfamiliar man looking down at her, confused as much as she is. And he's addressing her, and she doesn't understand.]
...I'm sorry, what was that?