My House were once a minor family of dragonlords in the freehold of Old Valyria. One day, an ancestress of mine had a dream; a vision, of a great cataclysm that would rend the empire into pieces. Her father believed her, and he took his entire household, along with their dragons west to an island now called Dragonstone. The Doom came sometime later, and my family and but a handful of others survived. One does not survive nor prosper by thinking small.
Involved in—what? What are those like us doing here, exactly? Beyond assigned occupations.
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( Ivar has no idea what he's missing, honestly. )
My House were once a minor family of dragonlords in the freehold of Old Valyria. One day, an ancestress of mine had a dream; a vision, of a great cataclysm that would rend the empire into pieces. Her father believed her, and he took his entire household, along with their dragons west to an island now called Dragonstone. The Doom came sometime later, and my family and but a handful of others survived. One does not survive nor prosper by thinking small.
Involved in—what? What are those like us doing here, exactly? Beyond assigned occupations.