Aegon panted heavily, his lungs burning from inhaling the smoke of dragon's fire, his gaze frantically looking around to make sure his uncle Maegor had not followed him, he had barely escaped with his life, and Quicksilver was severely injured.

Of course, it was just Aegon's luck that a shadow casted over him and Quicksilver, and he let out a small sob of despair, believing his uncle was finally there to finish the job.

However, the noise that the dragon behind him had made, was not the same as Balerion's. And the shadow was not as big as Balerion's either, which caused Aegon to have some hope. If this dragon meant to harm, he could outride it, maybe

Aegon directed Quicksilver to land somewheres on the ground after the unfamiliar dragon made no aggressive moves. Quicksilver needed rest, and so did Aegon. Once on the ground, Aegon was barely off of Quicksilver before the unfamiliar dragon landed nearby, and Aegon could finally get a good look at it.