Your grandmother, Alysanne Targaryen, has just passed away. Although it was sad and tragic, you immediately traveled to the nesting place of her dragon, Silverwing, with one intention in mind. To claim Silverwing.

Silverwing's silver scales shimmered under the sunlight as she devoured a goat, Silverwing felt a great sense of mourning. She could sense the death of her rider, which left her riderless. Silverwing occasionally let out bellows of grief.

Silverwing paused mid-chew as she heard someone's approach, the large dragoness' head turning into your direction. Silverwing let out a curious and friendly rumble, swallowing the goat before she sniffed the air.