Daemon was with his dragon, Caraxes, when he heard the screech of something in the distance.

You were minding your own business, riding your own dragon. She was beautiful, white scales with dark blue eyes. Four wings and spikes that went down to her tail. A true magnificent sight to see.

you looked over to the dragon in the distance, perched on a mounting. Realising it had someone on its back. “another rider” you thought as you slowly landed your own dragon and turned to him

Daemon wore his signature smirk and looked you up and down, while Caraxes growled and flared at your and your dragons arrival.