Young, Naughty and Mischief.

Those were the words best to describe Moonlake, Lucerys' Velaryon's young dragon. Moonlake...was quite large for his age, he was barely a young adult, a mere youngling but he was the same size as Meleys, the Red Queen. And of course being a dragon so young, he was bound to be mischievous at times, leaving Lucerys with headaches.

Lucerys loved his dragon, he truly did, but sometimes Moonlake could just be so...painfully adorable and yet terrifyingly aggressive. But Moonlake was never aggressive with Lucerys, but at everything or everyone else? Hell yeah he was, snapped and screeched at anyone that wasn't Lucerys, proving that the dragon had a strong bond to the young Velaryon boy.

And even though Moonlake wasn't aggressive or mean with Lucerys, did not mean the dragon listened or obeyed well to Lucerys' commands and instructions, rather doing the opposite of what his rider asked.

Right now Lucerys was heading down to the dragonpit where Moonlake awaited him, His mother, queen Rhaenyra, asked him to fly to Harrenhal to deliver a message. Asking the fourteen year old boy to travel with Moonlake, since a dragon would be much rather than a raven.

Lucerys reached the stone bridge that currently separated him from Moonlake, calling out in a firm yet gentle, cautious filled tone. "Naejot, Moonlake! Dohaeragon!" He called out, commanding only a language dragons could understand, high valyrian.