they were capricious creatures by nature, ever changing as the very faces of the moon & she would be left to adapt to their shifts, and in turn, change her own ways with them. a lifetime ago they had been but hatchlings, heeding to her words as if it were their very law, feeding from the very hand which supplied them, loving to those within their company. yet as the years went by, and she came to grow and they alongside her, so they came to change. those which once held their favor were no exception to their fury, fire breathed when and if they pleased, friend or foe, with or without command. more so then, when she had yet been of her home, as big as they had been that they could no longer sit upon her shoulders as they once did; caution be advised to any and all which dared approach her children.
       and yet how c u r i o u s, she found it, for them to take to one unknown without a moments pause. how fickle they were, her DRAGONSâtoday one may sniff at this woman in its curiosity, having escaped his motherâs hold and taken to sit upon the very crown of the otherâs head, air to stir with the beat of small leather wings. a bold one, her black, to take flight and find his place by anotherâs sideânot quite like his sibling, opposite in coloration to yet rest curled about the targaryen queenâs arm, tail wrapped tight about her wrist though the flick of his head could have very well served as indication of his own observation and curiosity.  a furrow of fair brows came to follow, though all but momentarily. curious, indeed, how this one seemed so well kept in their presenceâ
        mayhaps because she seemed familiar unlike the many before her.
     â He seems to⊠like you. â  daenerys offered then, slow in her approach as if she meant not to disturb this oneâas if she had not been already. â Quite an accomplishment, truly. They do not oft take to strangers. â
                                â May I? â
             her right no less to retrieve her âchildâ, yet manner was not beyond her still.
    Of all beings she encountered in this strange, new place, this dragon is what surprises her the most -- not for its unfamiliarity, but for the wave of nostalgia that crashes down upon her with its presence. She remembers Ess Khas and his children, young Dravanians smaller yet likely older than she; Toh Y Thrah, the wide-eyed dragonet all-too-eager to leave the nest; and kind Vidofnir, mother and brood-sister both.
   And with these memories settling within her, warm and heavy, she cannot help but smile -- a small thing, the barest hint of softness in her otherwise frigid frame. âHello,â she breathes, unwilling to startle the dragon atop her head. Then Ysayle wonders, for a moment, if she will get a response. As unpredictable is the city is, she is not foolish enough to believe no other realms bear dragons such as hers, the ones she considers family; nor does she fail to recall the other, monstrous scalekin, a danger as much to themselves as they are to others.
   ... Well, she hasnât been harmed yet, so thereâs no reason not to be amicable.
   So distracted is she that Ysayle doesnât notice the approach of someone else until she speaks -- and itâs only by virtue of her natural disinclination toward outward displays of fear and surprise, lest they be taken as weakness, that she does not immediately jerk away.
   Bright silver eyes observe the woman before her, noting the graceful way she carries herself, beauty notwithstanding. Then she sees the white dragon wound around her arm, and isnât that interesting? (But itâs a question to contemplate another time; Ysayle can only assume the woman also has some familiarity with the one currently making itself comfortable on her head.)
    She raises a single eyebrow. âI cannot imagine why he has taken a ... âlikingâ to me,â Ysayle responds dryly, âbut, I assure you, it was through no designs of my own.â The Elezen woman glances again at the white dragon when the stranger requests permission, and raises her hands in a small shrug, a gesture of slight amusement. âI do not mind.â
    A pause, before she adds, âDoes he have a name?â
