After the death of Rhaenys, Aegon had took it upon himself to lay waste to Dorne. He had made it part of his and Visenya's routine at this point, and their dragons were all too happy to obey.

As Balerion's body casted a shadow over the Sea of Dorne on their way to burn the cites of Dorne, but much to Aegon's suprise, Balerion began to act on his own. Balerion's chest rumbling and his pupils turning to slits as he turned his massive body downwards towards the sea.

Aegon's brows shot upwards and he tightly gripped Balerion's saddle. Faintly, in Aegon's mind, he swore he heard a hum. But he brushed it off, little did he know that Balerion was hearing that hum full force and it was driving the dragon into's dive.

"Dohaeras, Balerion!" (Translation should be 'obey' but forgive me if Im wrong.)

Aegon sputtered the command, the wind whipping past him as he tried to get Balerion to obey and continue flying towards Dorne. But before Aegon knew it, Balerion was slamming into a beach full force which sent Aegon flying off of the saddle with a yelp.

Balerion shifted and let out a bellow as he moved to stand up, but Aegon just laid there, wheezing after hitting the sand, the impact having knocked the wind from his lungs and perhaps broken a rib. Aegon's vision blurred and unblurred due to dizziness.

Aegon squinted, his mind slightly rattled after collidijg with the sand, but if he was not hallucinating, he swore he was watching someone pull themselves from the sea and crawl towards him. Aegon let out a groan of confusion, why did they have a tail, a fishes tail? Their upperhalf was human enough.

The back of Aegon's mind screamed the word 'siren' a thing said to be myth, or rather extinct as they had only been truly seen close to Valyria.