There was a spot, high within the peaks of the mountains, that Daenerys had spoken of on occasion. It was an outcropping of rock tucked away in a secret spot, a place special to their family. And Drogon was determined to find it. He knew that his mother intended to bring him and his siblings there together, that to show it to them was something special to her, but the darkest son of the Queen felt an unrelenting desire to find it now. Legs that seemed to grow longer every day carried him up the steep slopes of one peak, but the only outcropping of rock he found was nowhere near the summit. Still, he moved out onto it and gazed around at the world that surrounded him. It was then that his deep garnet eyes spied another of the rocky spires climbing up towards the clouds, one that was surely higher than this one, and realized his mistake. Frustrated, he pushed his overlarge paws out in front of him and collapsed into a laying position. Perhaps it was a sign that he should simply wait until his mother saw fit to take them, to show them the glory from the very highest peak among the range.

Obsidian ears flicked about atop his broad skull. In leaps and bounds the boy was growing, already standing at a full twenty inches and quickly leaving his brother's in his wake. The truncated legs of his first year had sprouted into long, lean limbs that would someday be layered with chorded muscles from his frequent climbs among the peaks. Little did he know how very much he would take after his forefathers. Even his chest had begun to widen. But the telltale signs of adolescence were there. His paws were immense by comparison to the breadth of his legs, though they had been that way since birth and so they hardly tripped him up anymore as they had in the first seasons of his life. His ears were excessively large too, though they stood proudly atop his head. A head that when mature would be a most deadly force, if he chose to use it that way. Only time would tell.

Leaning around, Drogon tucked his head into his ribcage and began to bite at an itch, the bloody russet markings along his side shifting as he dug into his skin to alleviate the annoyance. A single ear flicked back at the hint of a sound coming from somewhere below his point on the mountain, and as the howl took full form his head shot up and away from his body. Garnet eyes looked around, before realizing that he needed to look down. He scooted forward on the ledge until his forepaws dangled over it, seeking her form. A short, contented sigh huffed from his nostrils when he spotted her on an outcropping of rock some distance below and off to the east of him. For a time he simply watched her, listening to the melodic notes of her howl. Before they came to an end, Drogon mustered his courage and lifted his eyes away from her slight form, opening his throat and allowing a gravely, deep array of baritone notes to echo out to her. His tones mingled with hers for the last few beats of her song, then carried on afterwards for a few moments until he realized it was only him singing. Almost abruptly his song ended and he glanced down towards her again.

For a second he thought to remain where he was, be her guardian from on high in case something were to happen. But as his tail twitched behind him he realized that if something did happen it would take him time to traverse the terrain down to her and who knows what could happen in that time? So he stood up and turned towards the path that would lead down to her. It did not take him quite so long to reach the point where she had gone out onto her ledge, and when he did he stood off to the side in a slightly awkward fashion. Did she want company? He glanced down at the ground, where dirt transitioned into stone, wondering if he should just barge in on her. But then garnet eyes lifted to her petite form perched so perfectly upon the stone and he took a deep breath, his chest expanding as he stepped out to join her.

"Hello, Semele," he said quietly, his voice seeming to become deeper with each passing season. By the time he reached maturity, that too would change, bringing him down another octave to a true bass tone. Drogon stepped out closer to her, remembered how she had sat beside him in the cave over the winter and thinking that it might be ok for him to do the same now. He moved closer to her, the smallest of smiles evident upon his lips before he pivoted slightly so that they faced the same direction and then sat down. Garnet eyes shifted, looking out across Moladion for a moment before he cleared his throat and said, "You have a beautiful voice." The adolescent prince was a wolf of very few words, but there was something about Semele that made him want to talk, if only for her to hear. There was nothing tawdry about her, every aspect so unique. She was special and she deserved to know as much.