continued from the above link, with @ajagar .
Fire cannot kill a dragon.
Neither, it seemed, could a stag.
Impossible as it seems, fire turned flesh stands before her now, mixed with the blood of a viper, and lit with the radiance of the sun that shines through the other half of the blood flowing through her veins. Indeed, her niece is a beauty; half dragon, of course, but the half that allows the violet shine to her gaze, and undoubtedly the strength of a roaring, burning flame within. Family, at last, after a lifetime of searching for one whom she might love in place of what she’s lost.
“The inferno? I believe it started burning the day Balerion was born, and bonded with Aegon. You and your brother bore a magnificent birthsake, did you not? I wonder if you’d had another sister, if she might not have been Visenya reborn.”
The musing leaves her lips without thought, perched before the fireplace of her chambers, surveying the female before her. Younger, she herself sits, and yet they bear an equal age of trauma unknown to so many, worn on slender and weary shoulders of women who’ve learnt to burn in a world where all would seek to snuff them out. So opposite, in so many ways – fair versus sunkissed, light against dark, and yet she sees her family there beneath the surface.
“A strong name for a kitten.”
Acknowledging warmly, lips curve into what might almost be a smile.
“And my children? Would you like to meet them?”