#v. her dark healing waters ⋯ int. baela targaryen (mccndancer)

[bruiisedpetals-a]

she had been foolish to linger, hearing the nearby beating of dragon wings ... but vida hadn’t thought it would make to land in the same field she had snuck her way into to harvest wild-growing mushrooms.    with a great whoosh of air, the sound filling her ears uncomfortably and sending her hair flying violent about her; obscuring her vision — and the large beast landed nearby .. rumbling the ground beneath her.    it seemed much larger in person than in the sky, yet seemed to be comparably sized to her wagon.   vida’d never seen one up close, but this one was clearly not as old as some of the terrifyingly oversized ones she’d seen from afar around the dragonpit and the keep

        ...  regardless, intimidation chilled deep into her bones as she spied the rows of glistening fangs in it’s jaw, the way its claws tore at the soft ground, and from her place on the ground — where she had stilled in shock, fear or perhaps vain desperate hope of survival, in her foraging — vida felt a tremor shake her body.

she had no idea who rode this dragon, and even if she had known it was one of her technical kin of house velaryon in baela targaryen ; @mccndancer​  (did that mean the dragon would be less likely to devour her?   perhaps, if she was lucky...)    it would have done nothing to ease her racing heart and the sheen of panicked sweat that was creeping across her body.   ❝ gods be good ... ❞ she breathed out slowly; what could she do?  nothing, but wait to see if she was going to become a snack, or a plaything for the beast.