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Post by Horas on Jan 24, 2014 22:51:17 GMT -5
Aegon alighted, flying low over the walls toward the Starry Sept.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 24, 2014 22:59:08 GMT -5
Rhaena was looking at Maekar as he staggered off, not entirely sure how to feel about him, but knowing now was not the the time to either assess or address it. She turned back to Aegon after a while and nodded her agreement.
"I'll see it done, brother," she confirmed. She would have rather gone to the Starry Sept, but didn't want to argue now, for once just going to follow orders, and ran off in the direction of the horse she had entered Hector's Clearing on. When she got to it, she climbed into the saddle and directed him towards the city, and the Citadel, collecting any stray knights who were still outside the walls on her way.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 3:01:02 GMT -5
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After being brought back to the camp, and placed with one of the field maesters, Elseyris was soon helped out of her armour, and had her wounds attended to. Now no longer having to keep up her brave face, she finally allowed herself to acknowledge the pain of her injuries. The maester's fixing of her dislocated shoulder, and the removal of the crossbow bolt from the other shoulder, gave rise to two very loud screams, and a torrent of obscenity that even Elsey was surprised to hear come from her own mouth. The arm was put in a sling, the bolt wound dressed, and her ribs bandaged. She was lain flat on her back on a cot, and offered milk of the poppy, which she gratefully drank. Now was no longer the time to act tough. She welcomed the drug's numbness, and drifted into a fitful sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 6:39:24 GMT -5
Vandaras had landed not far away and Daenya had jumped from the saddle, only to collapse out of exhaustion and pain. She wasn't going to be flying anywhere.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 7:56:05 GMT -5
Having observed the battle from the side, Daenerys was relieved when Hector was finally killed, but nothing about winning this battle had felt good. She turned round and started back towards the camp, unsheathing her sword. She removed her helmet and used her dagger to cut loose the leather straps connecting her breastplate, which then followed the helmet to the ground with a loud clink.
At camp, she had her wounds tended to, drinking half a cup of milk of the poppy before the arrow was removed. Weary, Dany returned to her tent using a crutch, washed herself as best as she could under the circumstances, and slumbered off, hoping that Mith was not suffering as much pain, and that her father had fared better than she had.
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