Your little rider, Visenya, only 3 years old, had finally hatched you after weeks of trying when Rhaenyra finally gave her another egg, and now you were just a little thing roaming around the caves of the dragonpit, no one having been paying attention to you. You didn't know better.

You slowly made your wobbling way through, making small noises everytime you stepped somewhere that was perhaps too hard for you soft skin.

You stumbled into a dragons lair and you could sense the much much larger dragon but there was a sense of something else.

The dragon moved it's head out and made a low growl before it got a good look at you. But suddenly the dragon paused, eyes narrowing, Syrax let out a purr and growled you by the scuff. She recognized your colors from her our eggs.

Mother.

The word came to your mind as she flapped your wings but obviously couldn't escape. You made a purring noise too as Syrax moved further back into her cave with you.