Studious eyes lingered upon the refined features of the female who stood before him, her head lowered so that they might see eye to eye. Her shoulders towered high above him, for he stood not even a foot tall in only his first autumn. Golden eyes drifted upwards, wondering if he would ever grow so tall. Then his gaze fell to her paws, and in turn his own. He supposed he might not reach the same height as her, more likely Drogon would, but perhaps close. Once more his eyes lifted to meet her’s as she spoke of her reasoning for coming to Spirane. Although it did not start that way; instead she spoke of how she aspired to become the advisor of Diveen. The way she paused was brief, and though Viserion’s mind teamed with thoughts on the matter, he held his tongue. As suspected, she continued mere moments later, and her explanation for her being upon the borders of Spirane was then spoken. Another pause, akin to the first, and Viserion simply stood and waited for her to complete her train of thought. It concluded with a question, inquiring of the young prince if he had something, surely of value, to share with her about his mountain home.

Her form then rocked back into a sitting position, her head remaining low so that they might remain level with one another. White highlighted brows furrowed momentarily, thinking that his new found friend looked rather uncomfortable – or as if she might grow uncomfortable over time in such a position. Such would not do, for it was hardly good manners of him to allow her to continue to sit in such a way. Clearly it would put a strain on the muscles of her neck over time. But he couldn’t exactly be rude and just tell her to lie down, so instead he came up with a plan. He recalled the presence of an old tree stump not far within the borders, and his tail wagged happily at the thought. “Would you like to come into the pack lands a bit farther? Perhaps you would get a better feel for the mountain if you were closer to it.” He grinned at her, waiting for her reply before turning to half lead, half walk beside her further into his homeland.

His young erudite mind tossed around many facts he knew about the territory that housed his pack, trying to decide which might prove the most useful for Ambrosia in her task. “I told you already that I am one of three princes, but there is also a princess,” he said, glancing up at her as they jogged along through the foothills towards his chosen destination. When he spotted the stump, he hurried his pace just enough that he could jump up onto the thing and circle around to sit down facing Ambrosia with a smart smile upon his face. He continued as though there had been no interruption to their conversation. “If you want to learn how to be a good advisor, you should learn from the best; Pan is my mother’s Hand and chief advisor, and he is very intelligent. I’m not sure exactly what your Queen and King would like to know about Spirane that they do not already, Daenerys has been friends with them for a very long time.” The little wheels began to spin in his mind, trying to conjure something that Isola and Kane might not know, something that was not common knowledge outside of the pack but it wouldn’t hurt to share. “Our ranks have been filling quickly over the past few months, but there are still four mastery ranks available for pack members to work towards.” His creamy tail, fringed so perfectly in white, waved back and forth across the surface of the stump, hoping the information he had provided her with would help.