With baby Alys currently in Billy's capable hands, Dany mounted up her silver and trotted down to Summerfell with the foal following close behind
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Robb is there, outside Summerfell--he usually is, these days, when not patrolling or directly involved in some sort of council or IPD business, the better to keep a discreet eye on his pregnant sister. He's not doing anything just now, but sprawling on the ground with his eyes closed and his head resting against Grey Wind's side; the wolf, however, notices when Daenerys approaches and he makes his way around the building to the door. "My lady."
Dany hasn't quite learned not to be afraid of the wolves yet, especially not with Drogon around to serve as her own guard, but she has learned not to show such fear.
She smiled gently and appeared for all intents and purposes to be relaxed and easy going this day. The foal, however, was not so convinced of the safety in which he was in and quickly ran behind his mother who was equally wary of the predator. "My lord," she said, looking over her shoulder at the hiding foal and the mare that was slowly inching away. "Just the man I had hoped to see." She took the horse's reins and went to calm it with a soothing voice, though it might be considered rude, she couldn't risk the horses bolting when she'd come all this way to make a gift of the foal.
Robb takes in the nervous horse and the hiding foal. "Grey Wind, go away," he says--calmly, lightly. "You're scaring them." The wolf sniffs haughtily and trots off into the underbrush, and Robb turns back to Daenerys. "What can I do for you?"
It takes a moment for her silver to calm down and realize that the perceived danger has passed, but when she does, she's stands as confidently as a horse can in front of the boy king and her rider. "Over a year ago," she starts, "your uncle's stallion sired a foal on my silver. I thought it only fit that once the horse was old enough that it be gifted to you, Your Grace." She'd recognize Robb's kingship if only posthumously. He fought against the Lannisters and that made him ally enough in her eyes.
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She smiled gently and appeared for all intents and purposes to be relaxed and easy going this day. The foal, however, was not so convinced of the safety in which he was in and quickly ran behind his mother who was equally wary of the predator. "My lord," she said, looking over her shoulder at the hiding foal and the mare that was slowly inching away. "Just the man I had hoped to see." She took the horse's reins and went to calm it with a soothing voice, though it might be considered rude, she couldn't risk the horses bolting when she'd come all this way to make a gift of the foal.
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