Rhaenyra
daughter of Viserion the Frost Dragon
Wandering had always been her strong suit, ever since her mother had cast her out, all in the name of protecting her. Last she’d heard, Viserion had been consumed by the demon land, and she was left forever without the knowledge of who her sire was, and if there was any of her family left on the outside. Wandering became her day by day, and it was through the endless wandering that she learned the singular trick of the trade needed to keep her alive – how to fight and defend herself, and nothing more. Social skills are not so good or easy to learn but she’d known enough.
There had been a small length of time she’d spent, not so long ago, after she’d healed in a Court of the Winter, paying back her debt to them by lending herself to them. After she had left, it was more wanderlust in her veins that had brought her here.
Here to where she stood on the shores of the tumultuous ocean before her, with angry waves rising that lashed the shoreline, carving the rock over the millennia.
Before the roiling water she stood, looking out across it. The sky was darkened by cloud, and there was a heavy feeling in the air, salt burning her nostrils but she welcomed the feeling. Anything to feel alive and a part of the world, she was content to keep.
She remains here, eyes closing as she drinks in the sounds and scents – and for a moment, the first time since she’d heard, she grieves for her mother.
There had been a small length of time she’d spent, not so long ago, after she’d healed in a Court of the Winter, paying back her debt to them by lending herself to them. After she had left, it was more wanderlust in her veins that had brought her here.
Here to where she stood on the shores of the tumultuous ocean before her, with angry waves rising that lashed the shoreline, carving the rock over the millennia.
Before the roiling water she stood, looking out across it. The sky was darkened by cloud, and there was a heavy feeling in the air, salt burning her nostrils but she welcomed the feeling. Anything to feel alive and a part of the world, she was content to keep.
She remains here, eyes closing as she drinks in the sounds and scents – and for a moment, the first time since she’d heard, she grieves for her mother.
Note: anyone is welcome, shes just come here... and I'm getting used to things :D
