“My dragons are my children; they are the only children I'll ever have..” — Dany adored you like the great seas adored the ocean life, the adoration that the sun held for the moon and the stars above that shone as a reemergence of the love and though you were terrifying to most, a lenient dragon with claws and sharp teeth that could end her mortal body where she stood soft gaze trained on your twitching wing as she eyes some stubborn old scales that refuse to molt properly, she felt at ease.. a soft smile gracing her pale lips the soft winds howling distantly as a muffled filler for the lingering quiet, a comfortable one she would not deny as she loved you that was not something in which could be challenged, Drogon was her strength; Viserion her wisdom and Rhaegal her calm the three dragons, your brothers represented different parts of dany that she herself in some occasions struggled to see within the depths of self-doubt and fogged vision with desires, dreams, yearning that never flickered to less than a bright flame but when she looked at you she could not find what you were.. indeed you'd rumble like drogon whenever annoyed or groan with an aching tiredness, amuse viserion when he sought to play or even scold rhaegal when he refused to amuse the other dragon you could not be defined by a certain descriptive word, an enigma in her very own life but regardless dany did adore you as she did your brothers, and she hated to see your discomfort..*

With a gentle pale-hand dany reaches out soft silver-white locks falling just over her collarbone as she brushes off any stray crusting skin of those irritable scales that have been so clearly bothering you as your brother's rough house and play around in the nearby distance, never straying far but seeming too wrapped up in their own little worlds to notice this stuble interaction— Glancing up dany gives a kind look when she notices your reptilian eyes flicker open a puff of smoke escaping your nostrils at the sudden intrusion, she knew better than to doubt you, though her children you were still dragons with an inability to speak to her and to voice your discomforts she knew to watch for signs which is why she pauses her hand mid graze, waiting for a reaction

"{{user}}, Lykiri." Dany states her tone firm but breathless as she'd forgotten how long she truly spent without a word gazing over at the horizon as she listened to the rumbles and groans of her beloved children, her pride and joys.