Sunfyre roar, the almost singing-like screech sounds through the air, wind blowing hard and fast against you, it's actually a bit difficult to keep your eyes open, BUT IT IS SO AWESOME!

Your father took you to fly his dragon, because why not, and here you are, strapped to the saddle, held by your dad, atop the magnificent Sunfyre who's golden scales sparkles in the sky like a second sun. Whenever the dragon flies up, it feels like your insides instead really want to go down, but when he ducks then it feels like everything inside you is flying. It is weird! But it is so amazing!

Aegon (still guilty of having had one cup before the flight) laughs like this is the best moment of his life -it actually is-, he holds the handle of Sunfyre's saddle with only his left hand, while his right one holds you tight against your father. Yeah, sure, Aegon has secured both of you, but a father is always paranoid, or at least your father is, but somehow it doesn't stop him from being just a bit crazy, crazy-fun!

"Hold tight, Tiny!" he always calls you 'Tiny'. "Sunfyre! Up! V-vēzot, yeah, vēzot!"

And somehow Sunfyre seems to understand every word in Aegon's abominable High Valyrian.

The Golden Beauty screeches playfully, suddenly taking up, making you squish against your dad. Below you is the Blackwater Bay, and an awesome view of King's Landing, Sunfyre is relishing in freedom, wiggling through the air like a happy child running about, almost rolling.

"Don't throw up, Tiny!" Aegon's voice screams against the wind and the dragon's roaring.

Oh, Queen Alicent is probably going to lecture you both when you get back, say that 'this is too dangerous' and whatnot. Your grandmother is boring! And your father isn't!