Danyla spent several months riding Hognara as she explored the entire Rhoyne.
She discovered that the Rhoyne's power had grown ever stronger because of her arrival. Natural disasters and all manner of diseases had also become increasingly common throughout the surrounding river basin.
Clearly, the great Rhoyne did not welcome the dragons. That was why she had begun to show signs of anger once more.
Danyla, however, had already thought of a way to soothe the mother river's wrath.
Early one morning, Danyla stepped barefoot into the shallows of the Rhoyne in the heart of Ny Sar City. The icy river water and the warm sand beneath her feet let her feel the ceaseless struggle between water and fire playing out within the Rhoyne.
"Beware of those purple river weeds, Your Majesty!"
Marco, a priest among the orphans of Dorne's Greenblood, warned Danyla in Rhoynar spoken with a Dornish accent.
"They lay eggs too small to see on the skin of the living, leaving people weak."
During the last war, Little Balerion had delivered considerable supplies, under Danyla's direction, to the descendants of the Rhoynar who wandered the Greenblood.
So, after Danyla rebuilt Ghoyan Drohe and Ny Sar, they came to Ny Sar under the escort of the Holy Flame Fleet. These tens of thousands of Rhoynar descendants brought sudden life to the long-abandoned city.
"Thank you for the warning, Marco!"
Danyla's fingertips skimmed the water. A cluster of purplish-red fire seeds exploded a short distance away, blasting a green-haired turtle with a shell four or five meters across out of the water.
Hognara swooped down from above and caught him, then brought him before Danyla.
The great turtle had withdrawn his head and all four limbs into his shell. Danyla drew her Valyrian steel sword, Dawnlight, cut a gash