"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Catryn knows the sensation of falling and it is one she can feel vividly now as Targaryen speaks, even though her hooves are solid on the ground. She can imagine that weightlessness, the feeling of her heart skipping a beat in that moment before she feels the solid ground again. It’s frightening and, in a funny way, because of that it’s something that intrigues her about it too. There’s a lot about the world that is unknown to her and she wonders, if it would be possible for her to know this one thing.
She knows and believes that it is dangerous for her - but maybe like the feeling of falling that doesn’t have to be all bad.
She’s fallen plenty of times before, though they’ve mostly been short distances. A few adventurous tumbles off large boulders in the canyons of Pangea. Now that she thinks of it (though she cannot say for sure) she’s not sure she’s actually fallen from high enough to test out whether her wings could actually work. “Falling doesn’t scare me,” She states with a bravado that she only partially feels, but she lets it inflate her all the same.
She squints those useless eyes of her into the direction Targaryen’s voice and movement are coming from, trying (and failing) to come up with a way to continue the conversation without it feeling like an interrogation. Catryn just has too many questions she wants answered, and he did answer the first. “How did you learn or… I guess how did you start?” Her voice is cautious and curious this time, as though she's aware these are questions she shouldn't ask - because she knows she shouldn't fly - but she wants to know all the same.
