Dragons were no strange thing to mysaria

Having been daemon t-rgaryen’s mistress she got close and personal to many dragons including the t-rgaryen's themself but when you had offered her a ride on the back of your own dragon it was a small shock for mysaria but she agreed either way now stood on a mountain of dragonstone observing your dragon and the way they nudge you with their snout almost excited, happy to see you and have your presence but the dragon’s eyes soon turn to her a low grumble escaping their throat which makes mysaria smile in fascination her eyes locked upon the large form of your dragon her white cloak swaying at the hem slightly in the nippy air of dragonstone shaking her head in amusement watching as the dragon lowers their head to greet mysaria in an odd way of greeting her in a friendly manner

another low grumble is heard as mysaria raises a warm hand towards your dragon’s snout softly pressing it to they’re nose with no fear in her body as she trusts that neither you or your dragon would allow her to be harmed as dragons can sense their mounts feelings so your dragon must know she is no threat and instead a friend, someone you trust dearly a small chuff followed by smoke puffing from your dragons nose interrupts the comfortable silence it’s large head turning towards you with a certain impatient to fly with you and mysaria on their back and roam above the clouds till dawn comes

“Lead the way, princess.” mysaria nods, finally addressing you as the impatience of a dragon is worse than a petulant toddler’s tantrum