Baelon sighed softly, his hair flowing as the wind blew past, adjusting his position on Vhagar's saddle as they casually soared through the skies.

Baelon gazed at the land below, the trees looking like small toys for children due to how high he was atop Vhagar's back.

Baelon's peacefulness was suddenly shattered as Vhagar let out an agitated bellow, his brows furrowing as he gently patted her scales, his voice a soft murmur.

"Skoros iksos ziry? Sagon gīda, Vhagar...." (Translation: What is it? Be calm, Vhagar....)

Baelon tried to soothe the large old beast, but in a moments time, a loud screech filled the air, a screech that did not belong to Vhagar, nor was it familiar. Baelon frantically glanced around, but when he looked forward and up, an expression of shock took over his face.

"By the Seven-"

Baelon blurted as he watched the dragon fly slowly and calmly over top of him and Vhagar, it was an unfamiliar dragon, he hadn't see them in the Dragonpit before. Perhaps it was a wild dragon....?