Mother always said her eyes were like honey. Dark honey that could enslave a man or so she remembered. The memories of what was floated in her mind like the clouds, aimless and present but never touched. Yet they were able to reflect the calmness of the ocean they were on.
To her, the ocean didn't move in waves but bubbles linked together. That was the state of her mind as the boat moved steadily on the face of the waters: thoughts linking together. One thought in particular was prominent, where they were headed.
"Are you certain your ally in Westeros can be trusted?" Y'olanda asked, making sure her cloak wouldn't be blown away by the sea breeze.
The smell of salt contrasted from the green grass and spices that filled their lands.
It surprised W'yonna as to how her younger sister spoke the common tongue like their mother tongue. She was always the more intelligent of the two. Hers was still accented."Yes, Y'olanda, she would be of help to us." W'yonna looked away, staring at the vastness of the seas. "She has to." She did save her life. What was a life's debt?
"You speak of trust as though they have hearts like ours, W'yonna. Yet in Westeros, even a beating heart may hold nothing but ice." Yet they had creatures of fire.
"Remember the stories Mama used to tell us about the twisted beasts with wings? They are not to be trusted." Y'olanda scrunched up her nose in disdain.
"gods be with us because Mysaria is from Lys, not a Westerosi." Unfortunately, that did not ease up Y'olanda's heart.
She knew little about these people just like they knew little about them. How things worked in this part of the world was told in whispers by the spice sellers and silk merchants that she met at the markets and none of them sounded desirable.
One thing she understood was to never go into an unknown territory without information.
"A'ye we are almost at Dragon Stone but I forewarn ya, it's not called Dragon Stone for nathing!" The man rowing the boat informed them and Y'olanda glanced at her sister. This was not a good plan but a plan nonetheless. The only one they could think of that could save them.
"Are there dragons there, goodman?"
"You don't know a thing! Real dragons flying across the sky for war! War I tell ya! The usurper Aegon is going to get what's coming to him by the gods!" Scrawny, dirty with yellow and missing teeth, the man was. Y'olanda eyed him.
"Why would your ally ask us to come when there is a war about to happen?"
"We don't know anything about these people. For all we know he might be lying!" W'yonna spoke in their mother tongue but before Y'olanda could reply they heard a screech.
"Makai! Look!" W'yonna called out to her sister. Y'olanda raised her head and there it was, smaller because it was high in the sky but somehow she felt the heat. A dragon. A real Dragon. Unsightly beings they were and they made terrible sounds. Y'olanda frowned
W'yonna beamed, following its every moment with her eyes. They were fixated on it. Magnificent. She had never seen one before and it was divine. To have one, meant power over the skies and fear on the ground.
"Goodman, is there any place we can go when we get to shore before we head to Dragon Stone? We have been traveling for days, so the rest is imminent."
The man nodded stating there was a small village not far from there. In truth, she wanted information about where they were.
Finally, they arrived at Shore, and up ahead she saw it. Dragon Stone. High and mighty with dragons perched on different parts of the castle.
Y'olanda's eyes spotted something atop. Not a dragon but something almost human-like. Hallucinations from exhaustion.
They had finally arrived after a year of traveling to the continent of Westeros to start afresh. To forgo the pasts and deaths. They just wanted to be safe, the two sisters.
But how could they be safe in a place where war had just begun?