@targarys ; a plotted starter!
The calling came from her dreams.
They had started on the first night of the full moon: within the depths of the mind which the conscience never reaches, Helaena stood inside a dark and empty room, with no furniture except a small table made of gleaming silver, where a single, motherless caterpillar’s egg lay still. A sweet, childlike singing seemed to echo within it. The sound was distant, muffled, so low that even her breath – quiet though it was – eclipsed it. Oh, how it captivated her! How it made her eyes gleam like sunlight on violet pools, smiling like a little girl at the sight.
Inevitably, Helaena stepped closer. Within seconds, the egg began to crack, and the song echoed out into the room as it hatched – an ancient, long-forgotten lullaby sang in High Valyrian – but what came out of the broken shell was no caterpillar. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of butterflies emerged from it, too many to have fit the tiny egg. Their wings were baby-blue and silver, tickling her as they surrounded her – and before she realized it, they were taking her higher and higher, past the roofless room where they had been, past the clouds, until she could almost touch the moon.
The next morning, when Helaena woke up, she knew.
Coming to the Dragonpit so early had required some convincing and some exasperating insistence, but Mother had granted her permission after Helaena agreed to finish her breakfast.
And there she was.
Her scales, beautiful and pale-blue like the butterflies in her dreams, made Helaena stare in wonder, admiring her sparkling horns of polished silver. Wide-eyed, the princess approached. No hesitation, no fear.
“Princess–!!” She heard one of the Dragonkeepers call, terrified, but it was a distant sound, like something from another reality.
All that Helaena saw was her.
Dreamfyre. Extending a hand, she pressed a gentle palm to her scales, whispering in Valyrian: “You’ve been calling for me,” she said, “in my dreams.”
