#I guess it depends on who you think Bartlett was flirtiest with

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NGL I very much imagine the Meereen/Dany sections as a sort of West Wing, only instead of running into trees on a bike a la Bartlett, Dany is getting all turned around every time she flies with Drogon and has to literally stop and ask for directions (this does cause a couple of villages to worship her for a little while, just to be safe, because if a strange woman comes flying in on a giant lizard, asks you where Meereen is, then stays for dinner and then a week later you get a bagful of gold it's not like you can be TOTALLY sure she's not a god or something)

(from the sequel to this)

Dany had read a great deal, since coming to Meereen, about dragons, dragon-riding, and the needed traits of an effective dragon rider. The Targaryens had been famous for the dragons they'd ridden into battle, even before the Doom, and every other Valyrian song or story noted the attributes necessary to ride one of the Great Beasts.

Of all the qualifications, not one mention had been made of a sense of direction.

"Did you get lost again?" asked Tyrion, mild as sour milk, not so much as getting up from where he reclined on the bench as Drogon landed beside him with a great crash. From the looks of things, he'd been waiting on the balcony for some time, the pile of "to be read" books quite a bit shorter than either the "read and approve of" or the "read and wish to burn" piles.

"Water, please," Dany croaked, half-falling from Drogon's back.

"I'm not saying it's an insane, foolish and suicidally risky notion to flap about astride the most dangerous creature in the known world," said Tyrion as he reached down and fetched a bottle from under the bench, which turned out to be full of cold, clean water. Dany took it in slow sips; she'd already learned the perils of gulping down buckets of water in this state. "On second thought, no, that's precisely what I'm saying."

Drogon lifted his frill slightly, in a way that reminded Dany queerly of her husband; not a threat but a warning. What about the unknown world? Was Tyrion saying there was something more dangerous than Drogon? "Only the known world?" she said instead.

Tyrion gave her a flat, unamused look; as though he could hear Drogon's thoughts just as clearly. "Put it this way: if there's something out there more dangerous than Drogon, I'd rather not know."