Stavanger Bay we are graveyards reaching, with haunted bones

Sunspot giggles at him and sends him an exasperated look at his questions, at his logic of deduction. It causes the fur of his mane to puff slightly with indignation and a furrow to crease his brows as he contemplates what he could have possible said to cause such reactions from her ( plus is unsure if she’s mocking him ). Drogon’s line of thought makes the most sense to him because he’s never had the chance to experience diplomacy or how it works. He’s been so absorbed in the physical aspects of life: fighting and physical dominance that …he knows nothing else. He knows that the strongest survive and thus believes that only the strongest should rule; but the vagabond doesn’t really understand how pack politics work either. It’s not anything he’d truly been exposed to. Ironically, he is just like the gladiator he’d always considered himself as a ( younger ) child. Not the mastermind of the Dominus or even Doctore but the man that they have whipped and trained and turned into a killing machine. Where, in the arena only the strongest survive — of body, certainty but also a bit of mind: there had to be that observation, that sharpness of mind to be able to outwit one’s opponent especially when they held a distinct advantage. Gladiators had no need of politics. They answered to the most base calling of their blood, after all.

Sunspot’s explanation left Drogon thinking that she was just upset because he doesn’t consider her a leader, or does not, evidently, appear to think that she’s worthy of sharing the title with him. Drogon makes a noise of contemplation in his throat but continues to worry at his bone, pieces of it splintering and cracking beneath the force of his jaw as his teeth scrape and sink into it. His head lifts as she confesses that he reminds her of her brother and slowly Drogon’s salmon pink tongue swipes across his jowls as he contemplates whether that is a compliment or not. “I’m not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.” Drogon admits honestly after a few seconds.