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[It starts with a song, really, even before the feed turns to visual to show a young man (familiar to some) with silver-blond hair, singing and strumming on a guitar to a young dragon before him.

Even chirping along! For those who have seen Rhaegar around or know him, there's a rare lightness about him and the dragon chirping earns a little grin every so often as the music permits. To those who happen to understand High Valyrian, he's singing a silly little tune about soaring over oceans and playing in the surf.

And to those who recognize his surroundings and wish to come visit, he's in Fayren on a stretch of beach where there are comfortable rocks to sit on.]

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(She approaches the pair slowly, another Dragon in her arms that stretches out her neck to hear Rhaegar's song. The dress she wears is reminiscent of one she wore in Essos, back when Viserys lived. The fabric is delicate and light, playing on the wind with each step she takes.)

Isn't that a pretty song, sweet girl?

Edited 2019-07-14 09:29 (UTC)

[The young male dragon cranes his neck to look at his sister in Daenerys' arms and ruffles his wings, chirping at her happily. Rhaegar grins over at the two, fingers still moving over strings, though more absently than before. His dear sister is looking beautiful, as always, and seems happier than before.]

I hope it meets your approval, sweet one! I was inspired by you and your brothers.

(She can understand the words and it is the perfect song for children. When she is close enough, she sets the little girl down so she can scamper to Rhaegar and her brother, her purple scales glistening like jewels in the sun.)

Drogon needs a song too, brother. (With her hair cut so short that it barely reaches her shoulders, Daenerys can't help but have her oldest son on her mind. She turns and smiles softly at the shadow in the distance. Drogon has never properly enjoyed a beach and it must feel good to stretch out in the heat of midday.)

He likes the children too. I think it's a relief to him to not be alone.

[Even with short hair, she is beautiful. He lets his gaze linger on her just a bit before chuckling softly at the little ones playfully rolling in the sand together.]

I have one for him already. And for you.

[Getting to know Drogon has been a pleasure and a delight. Learning just where to scratch or rub, what the mighty dragon doesn't like...Everything.

The tune he plays on the guitar changes, growing a touch melancholy with a hint still of hope and joy at the edges. He sings now a far sadder song, of war and death, but also life and a fierce refusal to lose everything. Even in the end, he knows Daenerys would look for something to hold onto.]

(She feels...renewed in a way. As if with her death and the loss of her braids, she has become someone else. The pain is still there - it will always haunt her - but she can smile at the small joys that make their days worthwhile.)

For me?

(She sits down at his feet, tickling the tussling Dragons until they are more focused on joining her instead of fighting. Rhaegar's song has her leaning against his leg, a few tears blurring her vision. The notes are carried on the wind and she hears Drogon give a mighty sigh.)

Thank you, brother. (Daenerys wants to leave Drogon here, at least, and if she must return, she will find Rhaegar, Drogo, Rhaego, Viserion and Rhaegal. As well as Jorah, Missandei and all the precious friends she lost.) We will be together.

[He's noticed she seems lighter, and it warms his heart to know the reason. He only wishes it hadn't been necessary.]

You think I've been idle, sister? [He teases her gently, no actual mockery in his voice. He smiles when she calms the hatchlings and coaxes them into her lap.

When he finishes the song, he sets the guitar down and reaches down to run gentle fingers through her short hair.]

We are. Shall we go join Drogon?

Not at all. (She huffs and shakes her head, pale strands falling into her eyes.) You are only idle when you slumber. The rest of the time I know your mind is working.

(The hatchlings are comforted with practiced hands, cleaning off the sand on their scales. Rhaegar's proud boy fusses, but his sister likes the attention, her tail wagging.)

He would like that. (She grins up at him, lifting the babies as she stands.) Would you like to ride him over the sea?

[She knows him well! He laughs and bends to kiss the top of her head. Then stands, swinging the guitar over a shoulder by the strap.]

I would never turn such a ride down.

(The hatchlings crawl onto Daenerys's shoulders, perching excitedly. She laughs and takes hold of Rhaegar's hand, leading him to a very relaxed Drogon. The great Dragon lifts his head, happy to see the siblings based on his purring.)

I know you will work well together.

He is your son. He's had my love since the moment you first spoke of him.

[They are old enough to know how to hold on without fear, so he simply trusts them to do so and lets his sister lead the way. Drogon earns the warm smile and fearless approach as Rhaegar moves to rest a hand on his great nose.]

Drogon, will you take Rhaegar over the water? (Daenerys speaks gently, stroking over her son's forehead. After giving Rhaegar a good sniff, the Dragon extends his wing, making an easy path for his new rider to climb up.)

Grab onto whatever you can find, brother. But he is a smooth flier.

[He waits patiently for the great dragon to decide then smiles, giving the scales a pat before grinning at the clear invitation. He trusts both Drogon, and Daenerys' opinion to keep him safe so makes his way up the wing (much more gracefully than the first clamber up) and looks back down to her. So what if he still looks rather silly with the guitar on his back.]

Do you plan to stay on the ground, sister?

I thought I would give you some space to bond. (She grins affectionately, rubbing a hand over one of the hatchling's bellies.) He needs to know you, brother, in case you need to make a quick escape. You can control which direction he goes with your legs. He seems very sensitive at the base of his neck.

[The grin softens and he secures himself as best anyone can.]

Then we will return.

[He leans over Drogon's neck and urges the great dragon to take to the air. What does their new home really look like from the air?

It might take them a few hours to return, sorry?]

I know. (She is very clearly proud of both of them as she steps back to give Drogon room. He will take to the air with graceful ease, making the hatchlings chirp excitedly.)

You will be that big one day, Valonqar. (Then she nuzzles her sweet girl.) I don't know about you, pretty one, but it doesn't matter. You will have children of your own to grow that big if nothing else.

(She spends those hours enjoying the beach and playing games in the surf with the hatchlings. When they are sleepy and content, she sees a great shadow returning on the horizon.)

Hazi davrae, Drogon. ("That's good, Drogon.")

[Many many many hours....Rhaegar doesn't care that by the end of the exhilarating ride his hands are cut from Drogon's sharp scales, or that his legs are sore from holding him in place. None of it matters.

And they're back before the sun sets, so that's something? Drogon lands and Daenerys will see the fierce smile on her brother's face. There's no damage to the guitar, either, even as the dragon lowers a wing to let him off just as he'd gotten up earlier.

Rhaegar rests a hand once again on the dragon's neck, closer to his head, in wordless thanks before going to his sister and pulling her into a warm embrace (but takes care to not squash the hatchlings!)]

We flew all over!

(How can she blame him? They belong in the sky; the tragedy is that they were not born with wings themselves. However Drogon and Rhaegal had been kind enough to lend theirs. Viserion likely would have too if he had been given the chance.

Daenerys smiles at the tuckered out babies beside her, feeling as protective and fierce as a mother Dragon over their little lives. These two won't have to fight like her precious sons have had to do.)

You look like you enjoyed yourself? (She wraps her arms around him tightly, peeking at Drogon over Rhaegar's shoulder. There is something soft about the Dragon's features, hinting at his contentment.)

Did you see anything interesting?

[Liora doesn't know what catches her attention more. Perhaps it's the sound of the music, or perhaps the little dragon actually sitting in the human's company. And the human seems to bear some resemblance to another human she knows.]

[The little glittering gold dragon flies into view, landing a good distance away before carefully crawling towards the company. She stays quiet, not wanting to interrupt the song. She glances at the hatchling as she moves beside it.]

Hello... [She greets softly.]

[This hatchling's known Rhaegar since he came out of the shell! The human notices the other small dragon- a beautiful gold! but makes sure not to make any sudden movements. Such a contrast to the hatchling who's attached himself to Rhaegar, for the young male has dark red scales that are almost black.

The hatchling chirps at her, peering at her curiously, much as Rhaegar who lets the song end naturally.]

Hello little one. You are welcome here.

Ah...hello. [Liora stands on her feet, feeling bolder.]

What kind of music were you playing?

[Rhaegar holds himself still but relaxed, though the younger dragon isn't so cautious since he sees his 'father' is unconcerned by the new arrival, and scampers over to Liora to sniff at her.]

One I've composed for this little one and his sister. The language is the one of my birth, called High Valyrian, if you've heard of it.

High...Valyrian? I've never heard of it...

[When the little dragon suddenly comes to sniff at her, she becomes startled, squealing and flailing for a split second as she tips over to the ground. She picks herself up, realizing what the little dragon was doing, and holds out a talon.]

Ah...sorry...

I'm not surprised. Here, I believe only my sister Daenerys and myself speak it.

[And there's proof for why Rhaegar holds himself still. The young dragon murrs softly at her, crouching low to the ground and doesn't approach again until she offers a talon. Then he stretches his neck out towards her again, looking to the human for support (given in an encouraging nod) before sniffing at her.]

There is no need to be sorry. He's merely curious.

[Liora perks up at the mention of his sister.]

Oh, Daenerys is your sister?? I've met her before...

[She rotates her talon in front of the young dragon.]

I know...I shouldn't get so startled like that, especially with another dragon. I still can't shake what's happening in my own world, and I really shouldn't either...

[ Oh god. This really is just like that one show he's technically not old enough to watch. Not that any specifics are coming to mind, just. Dragons.

Sorry, Rhaegar, this teenaged boy is here to vibrate into the sun with excitement.. ]

Is that a real dragon?

[Dragons! Rhaegar stifles the laugh, barely, keeping his amusement to a crooked little grin as the guitar's strings' vibrations trail off.]

A really young one, yes. A few months old. There are older ones here, if you are interested in meeting them? Many are old enough to ride, if they like you enough.

[The red/black hatchling peers curiously at Peter, hopping closer to Rhaegar.]

I - yeah. All of that? If that's okay? This is the coolest thing I've ever seen in my life.

[ He leans in closer to the screen, as if that will get him closer to the bitty baby dragon. ]

[OOC: I hope you can see this because it's awesome: SPIDERDRAGON! Also never be sorry, Peter is precious and I love him to pieces. XD]

[Peter gets a little chirp from the little dragon and Rhaegar finally chuckles and reaches down to rub eyeridges.]

Then come to the beaches of Fayren, and I will guide you from there.

[ Breathe, Peter. Try not freak out too much. ]

Yeah, okay, I think I can do that much. I've got a map and a GPS so that should totally work. Be there in ... however long?

[ You'd better believe he's gonna be webslinging through the city and/or trees to get there as fast as he can. ]

(( OOC: OH MY GOD that's amazing. That's my first time seeing that picture. ))

[He doesn't know what GPS is, but maps he gets. So he nods.]

We will be here, waiting. I have a few more songs, so however long it takes you is just as well.

[And he's patient and comfortable right where he is.]

Sure, okay. No rush then.

[ He is absolutely going to rush. Also his Rowlet is coming with him because why the heck not. He needs a picture of Owlfred Pennyworth meeting a dragon, like, stat.

Anyway, the feed cuts off for a while. Before too long there's an awkward teenager with a Pokémon in a backpack heading out to the beach, trying to figure out where he's supposed to go. ]

You play beautifully. I’m kinda jealous.

[ One day it’s not gonna surprise anyone that Gwen is on a rooftop in Nova City. She enjoys the view and there is a wonderful breeze today, sending her almost white blonde hair flying some. Her Fennekin is on her shoulder, peeking at the video feed with interest and chewing on a twig. ]

I can play the drums but...never really tried anything else. How long have you been playing?

[A dragon-guy happens to be taking a walk on the beach when he hears the singing. He approaches, slowly, and eventually stops to listen some distance away. He's just as much entranced by the song, as he is intrigued by the little dragon. When the song ends, he remains silent - lost in thought? not wanting to interrupt? Hard to say. Though, he also seems a bit tired, with dark circles under his eyes.]

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