Smoke still clings to my scales, though I am leagues from the Smoking Sea.
A phantom scent of ash, of sulfur, forever in my nostrils.
I remember the sun on Valyria, not choked by volcanic fumes,
but brilliant, bathing the fourteen flames in golden light.
A phantom scent of ash, of sulfur, forever in my nostrils.
I remember the sun on Valyria, not choked by volcanic fumes,
but brilliant, bathing the fourteen flames in golden light.