The Dragonstone courtyard was empty with little movement on that heatless morning. In the midst of the silence moved Visenya, wielding with grace and skill her sharp Valyrian sword, Dark Sister. His body moved one way and then the other with the strength of a Westerosi knight. Visenya's image, even as she trained, was greater than any knight in vital combat. He had a strong and wild look, as always.