all you have is your fire - anyone

[Dorne]

Forget stardust - you are iron.

Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid.

She moves slowly, pressing through foliage around the unfamiliar paths. This is not a well-trod path, she’s beginning to realize – perhaps she should have actually gone with Pharaon rather than try to find her way here several weeks later. There’s no turning back now, she tells herself., there’s only forward.

(That, and the plants are too thick for her to even turn – she’s have to walk backward the entire way she came, and that she simply refuses to do.)

Eventually she finds herself in a clearing. It’s not one like she’s ever seen before, because there is no sky overhead, just more green and brown. Somewhere, she is sure, there is sky, but it is not here.

After shaking her head to clear the sweaty strands of her black mane from her face, Dorne looks around. She has never been in the Jungle before – she had never had any reason to – but she supposes that while she is here she might as well take in the sights. Raising her head, she calls for anyone within earshot. She should tell them she is staying here, she thinks, even if it is only for a little while, just until the spring.

Dorne

You are iron. And you are strong