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missandei sat down beside her. “what shall we talk of?”

“home,” said dany. “naath. butterflies and brothers. tell me of the things that make you happy,”

— commission made by @/sulka_art on twitter

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—and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

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missandei sat down beside her. “what shall we talk of?”

“home,” said dany. “naath. butterflies and brothers. tell me of the things that make you happy,”

— commission made by @/sulka_art on twitter

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one hour practice sketch: Daenerys and Drogon

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Dany’s representative flower

Lotus:

The exact symbolism of this aquatic flower varies between cultures and religions, but all of the lotus flower’s meanings are positive in nature, including purity, overcoming adversity, and rebirth.

The lotus flower symbolizes rising from a dark place into beauty and rebirth, as this is precisely how a lotus flower grows. The plant’s ability to produce gorgeous flowers even while growing in swampy, dirty, and often unpleasant waters. As the delicate petals emerge, they remind us that beauty is possible even in the darkest of places.

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Daenerys Targaryen

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Daenerys Targaryen, the lady of light. Commissioned made by talented @adelikashere

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i am the blood of the dragon. i must be strong. i must have fire in my eyes when i face them, not tears.

— commission by @/cyrranka on twitter

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i am the blood of the dragon. i must be strong. i must have fire in my eyes when i face them, not tears.

— commission by @/cyrranka on twitter

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Arya and nina. Art by denismaznev

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Khaleesi. I commissioned this art from nephodus on twt.

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anyways dany for carly update

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galliano’s dresses for dany.

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okay last update I’m gonna go work on comms now

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Dany went to her window and looked out wistfully on the waters of the bay. The square brick towers of Pentos were black silhouettes outlined against the setting sun. Dany could hear the singing of the red priests as they lit their night fires and the shouts of ragged children playing games beyond the walls of the estate. For a moment she wished she could be out there with them, barefoot and breathless and dressed in tatters, with no past and no future and no feast to attend at Khal Drogo’s manse.

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let me kms.