fire made flesh; and fire is power

Rhaegal laughed, standing atop the only rock that protruded from the pond, water dripping from his fur as he glanced down at Viserion who swam circles around the rock. For a while the two adolescents had played king of the rock, Rhaegal besting his brother in strength while Viserion occasionally came out on top by pure wit. The last time he had taken the rock, he'd kept it by merely shifting out of the way when Rhaegal launched himself up out of the water. But after a while Viserion grew bored of outsmarting his sibling, and when he had last been shoved unceremoniously from the 'throne' he'd simply begun swimming about, conceding victory to Rhaegal. Plopping his wet hindquarters down on the slick surface of the rock, Rhaegal watched his brother paddle about and head for shore. "Have you given up then, Vis?" Viserion pulled himself from the water, shaking the wetness from his fur before turning back towards Rhaegal's relaxed form out in the middle of the pond. "I could recycle a few tricks to remove you again, but what fun would that be?" He replied teasingly, and Rhaegal snorted at the taunt that he could be outwitted the same way again and again. Rolling his eyes, he was about to stretch out and lay down to sunbathe on the rock when a familiar bark caught his attention.

Their sister was not far off, the two boys having spotted her from within the cover of the trees on their way to the pond. Drogon's whereabouts were an uncertainty, but the duo figured he was probably climbing the peaks again, searching for the coveted overlook that Daenerys had promised her children that she would soon share with them. Rather than laying down, Rhaegal stood and launched from the rock, a large splash going up around him that even managed to spray Viserion who had been half dry on the shore. Golden eyes narrowed at his brother as he shook out once more in synchrony with Rhaegal before they set off at a jog, curious what had caught Kalseru's attention.

It did not take them long to reach the treeline from which they had spotted Kalseru lounging up above on a ledge of rock before; but now she was on level ground with them, greeting a pair of wolves who held a striking resemblance to one another. Viserion immediately recognized Meryl, and not for the first time he glanced over at Rhaegal, wondering which of the trio of boys looked like their father. Kalseru had, without a doubt, taken after Daenerys. So which of them took after Leonidas? To this day Viserion was still the only of his litter to know the name of their sire, but perhaps when Daenerys took them to see the world from the highest peak of the mountains she would share that information with his siblings. Rhaegal did not hesitate, at first not noticing the boy that hid behind the man that Kalseru had greeted, moving out into the open and trotting over to his sister. While the three brothers were extremely close, they cared just as much about their sister. Rhaegal especially had a particular affinity for her, and he took up a stance that somewhat resembled protectiveness next to her. But as he looked into the face of the stranger he realized he was not a stranger at all, that this was the male who had come to visit their mother all those months ago. The russet and ebony crowned youth couldn't quite remember his name though...

"Meryl, hello to you! Have you come to visit with mother again?" Viserion said as he moved out into the clearing, much more at ease than his brother had been at first. But once Meryl's name was refreshed in Rhaegal's memory, he nudged his shoulder against Kalseru's and motioned towards the younger wolf who stood peeking around Meryl's legs at them. Shooting a smile up at Meryl, his ears flicking back in apology for having forgotten his name, Rhaegal then moved around the adult wolf and walked over to the pup. Even though he was smaller than all of his siblings, Rhaegal was certain he must be the same age as them, for he was at least much larger than this year's new pups. The smaller boy's diffidence was ignored as the princely young lad walked straight up to him with a broad grin on his face. "Hey, I'm Rhaegal - who are you?" His tail wagged out behind him, perhaps this son of the friend of his mom would be a new friend to him. A young man could never have too many friends, right?

drogon; rhaegal; viserion