darilaros

[wickedgraceless]

[ In the ever changing tides of war, Cullen is not one to complain at an assignment. Even when that assignment brings them to a deep, untouched bog, one covered in a thicket in trees that seem nearly impenetrable. He has to wonder why Daenerys was even asked to join him on this particular mission, given that the heavy overhead of thick, damp trees seem impervious even to her dragon's flames.

But here they are, trudging through it all the same, searching for the dark magic that has seemed to be spreading throughout the neighboring countrysides. The entire place gives him an uneasy feeling, and he has not yet been able to shake the idea that they're being watched. Still, he presses on, sword in hand, wading his way through the swamp. ]

I think, if we are able to get to the center of it, we might be able to get some sense of things.

[ Admittedly, that's only a guess, but it seems just as likely a place to find answers as any. Granted, he's not entirely sure they're successfully navigating towards the center- but he sure hopes he's correct.

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[darilaros]

[ Relief hits Daenerys like a brick wall, and so much of the tension she'd been clinging to turns to exhausted weight. She nods, preparing to call for Drogon, but before her lips can part, she finds herself swept into Cullen's embrace.

She's too startled to move, at first. There's no immediate sense of alarm or indignant anger that accompanies the action; again, relief and comfort overtakes her so suddenly that she almost can't grasp it for herself. Her eyes eventually close over, for only a brief moment, and her fingers gently clutch his coat.

As quickly as it came, he pulls away from her, and Daenerys feels the loss too keenly. This place, however, is not the ideal for addressing that affection.

Dany's hands fall away from Cullen, and she nods properly. ]

Drogon will carry us, if you still have no objections.

[wickedgraceless]

[ While he can't say he's thrilled after the idea, after what they've just experienced, returning on Drogon doesn't seem quite the impossible task it did before. It will certainly be a lot faster than leaving on foot, and he can't begrudge that. ]

Yes... of course. [ He chuckles nervously, but it feels good to laugh in any capacity. ] The sooner we can leave, the better.