The light of morning had not yet peaked over the mountains leaving the world lingering in the darkness of night still yet. Pale green eyes watch the sleeping bodies of her family, the steady rise and fall of each breath. Their comforting scents enveloping the child in a sense of home and love. Yet she is not nestled among the group as usual, instead she watches them with a soft adoration from the mouth of the den. The three little bundles that lay piled together, surrounded by the protection of both mommy and Reich. It is then she looks to Illa, a brief look of longing at returning into the embrace of her slumbering sister; for the bond they shared called to her. Yet for once she refrains, a slight taste of guilt building on her tongue at leaving them but they were waiting for her, weren't they?
A slight whimper; so soft it is but a rush of breath, escapes as she gives a parting glance to the ones who mean so much to her - hoping they would not worry about her disappearance from the den. The slight ache in her heart she feels at the secrecy of what was to come, makes her pause for just a moment. Pale eyes glancing back at the dark mouth of the den, wandering if this excursion she was about to brave would cause her mommy to be mad at her. Instincts pull at her, tempt her to return. Yet she refrains, her sense of loyalty torn between those she loved.. to stay or go? It is then the answer arrives in the form of Drogon. Her head is quick to turn and allow pale eyes to look up at her friend, a gentle smile on her lips as her body unleashes a torrent of wiggles.
"Drogon.." His name is but a whispered breath, barely audible as not to risk waking her family within. As she steps lightly towards him until she is wrapped around him, nuzzling and snuggling into his larger body before coming to rest along his side. The familiar contact soothing her fear and worry as she leans into him, knowing now that since he had come for her she would not refuse the adventure before them.
Due to the fact her mother had denned lower upon the mountains the journey to the river was short, yet the child could not be more content. For she had yet to remove herself from the side of Drogon. Pale eyes dancing as she looks up at him, admiring the slight smile he gives as her own blossoms. A playful nudge given into his bulking frame even though it would more than likely feel like a brush of air due to their difference in size. But she just can't refrain from the happiness at having him here, knowing soon the others would come and they would be braving the borders of Iromar. As they wait she is ever so quiet, afraid if she were to speak somehow her mommy would hear and come charging through the woods so instead she focuses on the river, the gentle sounds of the current lulling her. That is until the sounds of others cause her to perk and pale eyes watch as Viserion and Arthfael arrive. Closely followed by Rhaegal and Bastille. At having the group complete the excitement has her bumping gently into Drogon, wiggles taking over as her ears lace back and she licks lightly at the air. A silent greeting to the others, as if to give each a good morning greeting as the voice of Rhaegal seems to set it all in motion.
The journey is met with no trouble nor hardly a soul, the ease of being surrounded by those she cares for allows her excitement to build and build. As they come to the border, the once hidden morning light is now visible. Yet somehow the murky and almost eerie presence of Iromar seems to dampen it, a hint of hesitation is evident; even more so when Drogon lingers at the heavily marked border. The pause allows her the look around, the vast difference is something she had not encountered before. From the smell to the odd ground beneath her feet, yet their is a hidden beauty in what she sees. For she cannot help the look of awe in her eyes at this new version of beauty, for it is just as tempting. It is Rhaegal that moves first, the regal walk he makes as he crosses without worry has pale eyes following him. A slight almost timid smile on her lips, torn between the desire to see and the fear of invading. As she looks back and up, wanting the comfort of those dark red eyes only then does she follow, making sure to never break the contact between them. Hoping that he would not mind the fact she had yet nor planned on letting him go from her clinging little body.
It is Viserion's voice that pulls her, stating that these alligators would seek the heat of the sun. She nods silently, trusting him without question for she knew nothing of reptiles nor what they liked. It is then she looks to Rhaegal and Bastille, a smile on her lips as she watches them. It is the nudge on her shoulder that brings her to look back. Smiling up at Drogon before her eyes follow where his lead her. What she sees has her bravely stepping ahead yet still never breaking the contact. The form of a large bird within shallow waters, pale eyes widen in awe at the sight. For she had never seen a bird so large and it captivates her. She smiles at the feathered creature, the soft wave of her tail relaying her friendliness to it - wondering if it would sing her a song like the ones among the mountains did. Ears perk at Drogon's words yet she cannot yet remove her eyes from the bird, the soothing and gentle tones of her voice whispering with a sense of awe.
"It is.." She pauses, finally looking back at him.
"..yet it holds beauty despite it." She grins at him, wondering if he could see it. Though it was not as bold as the peaks, Iromar seemed to hold a more somber appeal. And the child would not ignore it, she would thrive on it. As she looks back at the bird, head tilted slightly as she questions.
"Do you think it can sing?" For it was no secret how much she adored the melodies that filled the mountains, wondering if Iromar too was privy to such lyrics by these big birds.
you hold me in your hands
ONE - CRONE OF SPIRANE - SISTER OF SIX - IFRIT & EVERLYSE