(Eighth Flight - Video)

[decisiveconquest]

(Not many will hear the purring of contented Dragons, yet that deep rumble cannot be mistaken. Daenerys is sitting by her eldest son, running a hand soothingly over his forehead. She is also singing.

The youngest Targaryen does not have the voice of her brother - in all its sweet power - but she can sing. The song itself is sad, but maybe a bit fitting after all she and Drogon have endured.)

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most

The ones who'd been gone for so very long
She couldn't remember their names
They spun her around on the damp old stones
Spun away all her sorrow and pain

And she never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave

They danced through the day and into the night
Through the snow that swept through the hall
From winter to summer then winter again​​
Til the walls did crumble and fall

And she never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave

And she never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave

High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most

Comments

[liorafae]

[Liora listens and contemplates everything she's endured so far, everyone she has lost, and may never be found again. By the time the song ends, she's on the verge of tears.]

That was...beautiful...and yet it makes me feel sad...

[decisiveconquest]

(Oh the little one. Drogon opens one eye to peer at Liora, making a rumble of assent in his throat. But he isn't too sad - his mother is with him and safe. Daenerys rests against him, eyes almost closed.)

I didn't write it, but you're right, it is sad. I think a lot of people can understand Jenny.

[liorafae]

Um...who is Jenny?

That song seems...fitting. I wish I knew some dragons in Sornieth who could write music. The dragons in my clan have different talents, but I haven't seen any of them make music...

[decisiveconquest]

She married my Great-Uncle Duncan Targaryen. Her full title was Jenny of Oldstones and she claimed to be descended from a very old family.

I would like to hear you sing.

[liorafae]

I see...

[But the idea of her singing suddenly sends her brain scrambling.]

Me?? I-I-I...I don't know what to sing!

[decisiveconquest]

Have you never heard a song you love? (Liora, why are you so cute?)

[liorafae]

[She just can't help it...]

I...I haven't heard many songs at all. The last time I saw someone sing, he was in a different language. He said it was..."High Valyrian." He had a dragon hatchling with him, too...

[decisiveconquest]

Then you heard my brother. (Yes, Rhaegar is a hard man to forget once you hear his voice.) He knows many songs; you should ask him to sing more for you.

[liorafae]

He's your brother? I didn't know... Maybe I will ask him to sing more...and maybe you could teach me how to sing?

What is it like to have siblings?

[decisiveconquest]

He is; his name is Rhaegar Targaryen. (Though she looks touched that Liora would ask...) I'm not the musician. You should ask him for lessons.

(Now this part is complicated. Because Targaryens.)

I met Rhaegar for the first time here. He was killed before I was born, however I did have another brother named Viserys. We were...very close.

(Until he went mad.)

[valiantdragon]

[Give him a little while to reach her, hatchlings hanging off shoulders and all, but he's listening to her song, letting her voice fill his head.

He pauses by Drogon to rest a gentle hand on his neck, trusting the great dragon already knew of his approach. But then he kneels beside his sister, letting the female hatchling hop over to her and nuzzle her.]

Who taught you that song?

[decisiveconquest]

(When she notices him, she feels flustered, her face heating. Her tiny daughter helps her to relax again, however, and she lifts the child into her arms.)

What have you been up to today?

(The hatchlings adore Rhaegar and she knows they go on adventures with him.)

I heard it when I was in the North.

[valiantdragon]

[He grins fondly and leans in to kiss her on the temple, settling beside her a bit more comfortably as their little son chirps at her from his shoulder.]

Wandering, mostly. There is still much I have not seen here, even with Drogon's mighty wings.

[Rhaegar watches her, as he often does when they're together, looking for hints to how she's feeling. Their family's madness has touched her more than him, and it hurts to see. But he won't abandon her.]

What other songs have you learned? You have a lovely voice, my sister.

[decisiveconquest]

(She feels like her heart is flapping in her chest, trying to take flight but failing as it thuds against her ribs. The warm weight of Hāedar in her arms is a comfort and she smiles when Valonqar chirps.)

I see you, sweet boy. (Stroking over the little red and black's head, she glances at Rhaegar cautiously. He is the one with a voice meant to melt hearts.)

I...don't know many. There is The Dance of the Dragons, but that requires two voices.

[valiantdragon]

[Valonqar purrs, bumping his head against her hand.

Rhaegar shoots her a rather amused little grin and leans back against Drogon's neck before he starts to sing the male's part of the Dance of the Dragons.]

[decisiveconquest]

(...he will not see her this delighted very often. She beams and immediately takes up the female's part, her voice a little shy at first. The Dragons tilt their heads, enjoying the sound.)

[valiantdragon]

[If he can make her happy every day they are both here, he will. He reaches out to gently cup her face, encouraging her and using song to boost her confidence in this song he can see she loves.]

[decisiveconquest]

(This is her first time singing it with anyone. She gains confidence, though her cheeks are hot under his hands. It turns out the voice of a Queen is suited to music too.)

[valiantdragon]

[He's never sung it with anyone who means as much as this beautiful Queen beside him.

Eventually though, all songs come to an end and when this one does, he leans their foreheads together, heart light.]

We should sing together again. I will teach you more songs, as it pleases you.

[decisiveconquest]

(The hatchlings "sing" too, chirping wavering notes when the song finishes. Drogon is fast asleep, relaxed with his family.

Daenerys kisses Rhaegar enthusiastically.)

There is a little Dragon who wants to learn from you too.

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[halfdeimos_king]

Who was Jenny?

[The song brought up a lot of his own emotions. Though he enjoyed it, he'd rather not address them directly, at least not yet.]

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[decisiveconquest]

My Great-Uncle married her, but they had no children. She was called Jenny of Oldstones and she claimed to be descended from the First Men.

[Video] pardon the late response :D;;

[halfdeimos_king]

[He nods, acknowledging.] So...why make a song about her dancing with ghosts?

[Video] <3333 You're fine!

[decisiveconquest]

She lost...everyone she knew and loved in a fire. I can understand why that may have driven her mad.

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[halfdeimos_king]

Oh...[Darc touches the birthmark on his right arm - his nervous habit.] I thought songs were written about love and hope. That sort of thing.