The moonlight Great Dragons carried Danyla higher and higher. As they climbed, she felt as though she had lost all sense of time. She had no idea how long had passed, or how high the three Great Dragons had lifted her.
She watched those strange, unpredictable waves recede farther and farther below her. The towering swells gradually shrank in her vision, until they seemed to become a black hand thrashing wildly.
At the center of that black hand, there seemed to be something greasy. Merely looking at it filled Danyla with nausea and dread.
Then Danyla suddenly felt weightless, as though she had plunged from a great height.
"Ah!"
Even after waking with a start, Danyla's stomach kept churning. She hurriedly crawled to the basin beside her bed and began to vomit.
Whether it was because she had gotten drunk or because of last night's dragon dream, Danyla ached all over as though a train had run her over, and her head swam while her eyes felt swollen.
She could barely muster any strength. The exhaustion left her feeling even more drained than the first time she had depleted all the magical energy in her body.
The commotion soon woke Rhaella, who had slept in Danyla's room after tending to her all night. She quickly picked up the clean water she had prepared beforehand and handed it to Danyla.
"Your Highness, rinse your mouth with some water."
"It seems you really did get drunk last night. You kept talking in your sleep all night, though it also sounded as if you were chanting some song."
"But since you were speaking Valyrian, I couldn't make it out very clearly. I only caught a few things about gods, the moon, Great Dragons, and monsters beneath the sea."
"Did you have some sort