𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗛.

from the little pocket that he carries about his leather belt, dale retrieved a weathered coin. one given to him by the red woman, set to be delivered to the lord of light’s house. “the one you call azor ahai has returned.”

my father can be quite... exhausting.

quiet steps guide him through the temple, each making him closer to the flames that licked stone and sand. “aye. lady melisandre sent me here. she, who turns flames into riddles.”

would you teach me.ᐣ

tying up the cloth that now covers his bad eye. a captain should wear their scars proudly but his came with a cost: his ship and his crew. all now memories of the ghosts haunting him.

/ au where dale survives the battle of blackwater but loses his left eye and his left arm and leg got heavily injured. he managed to jump from wraith before it exploded entirely, but the debris wounded him.

do their existence not worry you, your grace?

my father pledged himself to your service. he believes in your cause and in your justice. and i, his eldest son, shall follow his steps.

dragons.

i s’pose i wouldn’t.

no, i have not. never sailed that far south.

/ i'm era flexible. i don't have any headcanons written for the different eras but i love improv and wing stuff so hit me up