Rosewater Oasis the palatine has all but fallen now,

once upon a time dracarys might've struggled to picture a place like this — a place like what S'ari describes as she struggles to picture his past home but now he has known the grit of red sand, the warmth of it beneath his paws. the dry, tangy air of the desert. worse, he thinks, because he likes it.

he watches her with bemusement, unsure of how to take her and how to take the trust she appears to place in him by showing her belly. but dracarys has no interest in wasting energy he does not need to. he would fight only if he needed to.

i have many older brothers, vying for our father's rank, speaks dracarys truthfully. i was tired of living in their shadows. so, i left to find my own way. forge my own path.