You dragged the passed out man from under his now dead dragon - pulling off the straps and chain’s connecting him to Seasmoke. Daeron, your twin brother, was out there somewhere, you know he was, you could still hear the shrieks from Tessarion.

Distracting yourself, you stared at the dragonseed. He was quite pretty, with dark skin, and white locs, and you were sure his eyes were purple. If he would ever open them, as you weren’t quite sure if he was still living.