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They drifted down the river and Dany thought The city of Braavos was nothing like it should be. It was cold, for a start. The days had been foggy and oft accompanied by rain. Today might have been the finest she’d been privy to, and she hadn’t even seen the sun. And yet, somehow the moon had made its appearance and littered the sky with stars, the clouds surrendering in the evening.
As the celebration met its peak, the crowds on the streets pulsed with joy. People leaping and tossing their masks into the air. Dany felt younger than her years, tearing her own mask away and watching it fly into the night. It landed in the dark water below their skiff, and when she turned her head up, she noted one of Bellegere’s maidens standing at the prow.
The girl stared at the mask in her hands for a long breath, and Dany wondered what she was thinking. She let the papery mask fall from her hands and plop softly in the water, watching it sail downriver until their gazes met. Steely grey eyes met hers boldly, for a second she thought she almost saw a challenge in them, a question. There was surely no joy of the celebration to be found. Daenerys felt sobered at the moment they shared… and then it was gone. The girl turned and helped straighten the dress of another maiden and continued to act as though Daenerys Stormborn was not on her Lady’s skiff at all.