OMAKE: All the bridges are falling down
Daenerys lifted a brow as she passed the inner arena generally used as her dragon's lair. The song came quite clearly from the sunning rocks installed all over the open space. $$-...gold and silver, gold and silver! Build it up with gold and silver, my fair lady.-$$
Ser Jorah stopped with her and looked out the window to see the odd girl sitting on the rocks as she was wont to do every late afternoon until dinner. One of Daenerys' kos was watching her warily. "What's she doing now?"
Daenerys listened for a moment. "Teaching a song I believe."
"Oh?" Ser Jorah listened a moment more, catching a rhythm in the strange, intimidating hissing. Singing dragons. Unbelievable.
$$-It doesn't matter how you build, how you build, how you build! It doesn't matter how you build, my fair lady. We'll burn it down with dragonflame, dragonflame, dragonflame! We'll burn it down with dragonflame, my fair lady!-$$
"Very catchy," the would-be-queen commented with a strange smile on her lips as she neared the pile of boulders that had by silent agreement become the place she and the odd red-headed scholar met each day.
AN. I couldn't resist.
OMAKE: Ladies of Basilisk Isles
Luna looked up from a book of creatures she was intently studying. "Ginny, do you remember those giant lizards whose population you insisted on decimating?"
"What about them."
"Apparently they're called basilisks."
Ginny stared at her friend who was perpetually half-mired in unseen worlds. Then she smirked. "I can now better understand the odd urge to wipe them off the planet."
Luna looked at her reproachfully. "You will not make a species extinct just because they are labelled basilisks."
Her voice was firm and Ginny sighed. "Fine. That doesn't mean we have to stop hunting them."
"Oh, of course not, that was fun."
"Good." Ginny's smile was all teeth. "They tasted delicious."
OMAKE: Westeros Woes
"Why did we even come here?" Ginny complained. "It's smelly, it's medieval, it's entirely run by purebloods, and it's too much like England for my taste. At least in Essos, I could pretend to be having a vacation in exotic and murderous places."
Luna smiled dreamily. "The masters of knowledge here are known for their ravens."
Ginny took a moment to realize what Luna was getting at, then laughed gleefully. "And we're taking over, right?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Really? Are you telling me that you are going to let their shoddy research slide? They don't even have a newspaper!"
"Their research habits are understandable."
"Come on, Lu! Over ten thousand years of civilization and they're still medieval! You're going to at least introduce a printing press, right?"