Rhaegar sat in the ruins of Summerhall, as per usual, he was playing his harp. Rhaegar's fingers skillfully plucked the strings, his eyes shut in relaxation.

Rhaegar heard a voice worming it's way into his ears, the voice singing with the melody he had created. Rhaegar's eyes opened and glanced around in search of own of the voice.

Rhaegar set the harp down and began to follow the voice, his boots crunching against the sticks and grass on the ground. Rhaegar followed the voice to a large lake.

Upon arriving to the lake, Rhaegar halted in his tracks. Rhaegar's eyes went wide as they landed on the owner of the voice. Their upperhalf was that of a human, mostly, and their lower half, was a fishes tail...? A siren. Rhaegar had encountered a siren, something considered more of a myth than dragons now were.

Rhaegar could feel himself falling into a slight trance but he managed to fight it off, somewhat. But Rhaegar did begin to follow the edge of the lake to get closer to the creature as it sat perched upon a rock and sung.