(Hatchlings must grow and the two Daenerys and Rhaegar have been caring for are finally ready to spread their wings. Drogon is there to keep watch, a curious flower crown on his brow.)
You can do it. Stretch them out...
(The little Dragons watch her with the same intensity they would their actual mother, stretching out one wing and then the other.)
Now flap them like Uncle Drogon.
(Tiny screeches of glee follow that command and the tiny Dragons jump upward to catch the wind under their wings.)
You can do it. Stretch them out...
(The little Dragons watch her with the same intensity they would their actual mother, stretching out one wing and then the other.)
Now flap them like Uncle Drogon.
(Tiny screeches of glee follow that command and the tiny Dragons jump upward to catch the wind under their wings.)
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