♕ Dragon’s eggs, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai.
She lifted it delicately, expecting that it would be made of some fine porcelain or delicate enamel, or even blown glass, but it was much heavier than that, as if it were all of solid stone. The surface of the shell was covered with tiny scales, and as she turned the egg between her fingers, they shimmered like polished metal in the light of the setting sun. One egg was a deep green, with burnished bronze flecks that came and went depending on how Dany turned it.
I must have watched Shrek about fifty times, but only last night did I notice that Lord Faarquad pops a boner when the mirror shows him Fiona.
Christ on a bike!
i cAN’T BRHREATEH
I made the same face the mirror did