His voice sent chills down her spine, even in this quenching heat, and she shivered on the inside. Every muscle under her soft hide tensed, adrenaline pumping through her as the deity appeared before them. Something about him reminded her very much of another she knew, but she didn’t spare it much thought in the moment. His looks were every bit as terrifying as his voice, and the heat that cloaked him knocked the breath out of her. If she thought it had been bad before, she knew better now. First he speaks to Cineviam, Daenerys inching backwards slowly, hoping that he is only after the ashen steed and will let her pass unnoticed. She is disappointed, for he turns to her and glares with his burning eyes. She flinched, feeling like a little girl again, wanting to wake from this horrible nightmare. But this was not a dream. He spewed at her, but she barely noticed the words, for in the next instant, everything was flame.
She didn’t understand why the God would charge someone so heavily pregnant, but there was hardly time to stop and ask him. Dany had to protect her and her baby, and when the flames started licking at her feet, she snapped out of her state of trance. The smell of burnt hair reached her nostils, but she felt no pain, for her adrenaline was pumping so heavily in her bloodstream that all she thought was flight. She was surprised to see the unicorn stag moving in her direction, if anything she would’ve expected him to save himself, for they barely knew each other. Nonetheless, he snaked her along, and she didn’t need much encouragement to get scrambling. Her legs carried her swiftly, surprisingly quickly for her state, down to the stream and into the muddy waters. With the water splashing up around her pillars, she galloped at shallow waters, noticing the flames reaching after her out of the corner of her eye. Then she went blind and deaf, senselessly bringing herself and her unborn son to safety.
When she halted, she thought she was about to pass out. Her lungs were heaving for air, partly due to smoke and mostly to exhaustion. Legs trembled under her weight, cold sweat pearling down her neck as her son stirred disturbingly in her womb. Catching some of her breath, she raised her head to look around, making sure that she had put a satisfying distance between her and the devastating fire. Making her way out of the water, she felt more like collapsing on the bank, but then the unicorn stag claimed her attention. In her haste, she had forgotten all about him, but now she changed her course and headed over to him. Brushing her velvet maw softly against his shoulder, she looked into those red eyes and smiled tiredly. "Thank you," she sung quietly. "Are you hurt?" she asked, genuine worry showing in her eyes. Maybe he wouldn’t appreciate the proximity she had so boldly assumed, but having just fled for their lives together, she didn’t care much for such trivialities.
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