“They were stolen from me in their cages,” Dany replied. She could hear echoes of their plaintive cries for her in her head, and it threatened to shatter her heart – but she had to go on. She would save them.
“They are dragons,” she said finally. “Still small, three of them, with cream, and black, and copper scales. You will probably hear them before you see them, but that will serve as their identification – the cries of dragons are heart wrenching.”
Dragons. Her children were dragons. Aegon looked at the silver haired woman still puzzled by her and where he was exactly. He couldn’t recall knowing any woman with dragons that held the familiar Targayren traits that called her dragons her children.
He got up from the makeshift bed, glad to see he still had his sword on him and walked from where the girl had come from. “They don’t sound too far” He mentioned as he waited for her to follow, drawing his sword in case he’d needed it. “I’m Aegon by the way.” His violet eyes glanced back before he continued forward towards the cries.
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