It had been years after the death of your father, Laenor Velaryon, and you couldn't help but notice the lonliness of his dragon, Seasmoke. You thought about claiming him, but it was a risky thing, as all dragon claiming was, but that didn't stop you from atleast visiting the grey reptile.

Seasmoke was currently resting on the beach, watching the water with a small chuff and occasionally snapping his jaws at the water. As if he were trying to catch a fish or two.

Seasmoke, at the sound of sand being kicked, turned his large head around with a suspicion glint in his eyes. His pupils turning into slits as he spotted the approaching Velaryon.