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“Ah, my girl,” Lotte murmurs sadly, her argent eyes misting with unshed tears. “No, you are not bleeding. No, no — you are perfect. You have always been. I am so proud of you.” She gestures with her muzzle to a nearby ring of stones, six in all. Each of them glows a different color of the rainbow, but the colors seem to shift and change at will. “Six times I can visit with you this way — six times only,” she tells her daughter.

“So, tell me, my fierce one — why do you call yourself Furi? You and — ” She remembers her contract almost a moment too late, but shuts her mouth before she can speak of Drogon and his new name. “Didn’t your papa and I choose a pretty enough one? Or have you other masks you hide behind, like your mama?” Her voice is teasing, and a smile spreads across her maw as she gestures with a quirk of her muzzle for the girl to walk with her. “Do you know the story of why you are Mallaidh Furiosa?”