"Angh~"
After her transformation, Dreamfyre's speed was nothing like it had been before. She flew from King's Landing to Dragonstone in just over half an hour. Sensing Danyla's urgency, she had flown flat out, making her more than twice as fast as before.
Once Dreamfyre set her down in Aegon's Garden, Danyla raced toward her mother Aemma's room. Although this child had been born safely in the original history, it had died in infancy. Every birth was a war for a woman, and Aemma's body was clearly too frail to bear House Targaryen's dragonseed.
The future was never certain. Every birth was a battle for Aemma and an ordeal for Danyla, who knew how it ended. The more deeply she came to love her family, the greater that torment became.
After arriving at Dragonstone, Myracis took the Three Little Ones straight back to her weirwood on Holy Flame Island. Having been away for so long, she had missed her nest.
Several months had passed, and the weirwood on Holy Flame Island had grown even taller, especially after the Long Night and the bitter winter. The Heart of Winter's passive release of energy had left an abundance of wind magical energy throughout the world.
All magical creatures had benefited greatly from this tide of magical energy. Beyond the Wall, nearly all female Giants of childbearing age had successfully conceived. During those months of the Long Night, they had spent most of their time in their caves, finding ways to relieve their boredom.
Deep in the forests throughout Westeros, countless magical animals had entered a peak breeding season. Even the Children of the Forest secluded at the Gods Eye had welcomed new members to their people, a precious gift for a race that struggled to reproduce.
Through the weirwoods, they knew that