— — - A rarity now? It seemed quite the understatement, considering she knew all the dragons to be dead, long dead, extinct and never to return. Whispers from across the Narrow Sea would tell her that Daenerys Targaryen had dragons of her own now, but until it was proven fact, she would brand it as rumor.
"Lady Margaery of House Tyrell. I am not royal, ser. Not yet." Not ever, if I do not find my way back — she added in her thoughts, but thought it better to remain silent.
"And what may I call you?"
----The only dragon left in this barren land, an Ancient Dragon by the standards of the Nordic people, was left in the Dragonborn's possession to be domesticated. Unlike most other dragon kind in other realms, the Dovah were their own species, that could speak and write their own language. They could offer a reliable transport when needed. And, given the situation, now seemed to be the time.
" Korasu, the Dovahkiin. It's a pleasure, Lady Margaery. "
After he was done, he turned to the open field before him. " Od---ahviing! " His words, spoken in the dragon's tongue, rang throughout the land before yielding a response. Before the two flew a large dragon, rust in color. Just before him sat the dragon Abraxas.














