It was the moment they had all been waiting for, and the silver girl couldn’t have said if she was more excited or scared. She was happy about the idea of having more siblings, even of having perhaps a sister with whom she could bond more with, but would more daughters of the Queen Daenerys’ mean that she lost her place of honor? Did she even have a place? It was no question that she wore her own self-importance quite strongly; even if age and experience had tempered it she still held it dear. It was hard enough to know her own place amongst her very striking brothers, much less dealing with a sister or worse.. more!

Her mahogany eyes shifted from where the bored into the darkness of the cave to those brothers. Drogon and Viserion lounged as if they were simply at ease with the whole proceedings, though she didn’t miss how both their garnet and golden eyes kept flitting to the den as well. Naturally Rhaegal seemed to share her anticipation and she veritably mirrored his position, sprawled out entirely unladylike by the entrance. Every time he crept forward eagerly so did she, and vice versa. Occasionally when the noises of childbirth echoed from within a high pitched whine would escape her and she would lean in the familiar comfort of her brother until it passed. It seemed to go on forever, and the sun sank steadily until only the moonlight illuminated the eager quartet.

In unison they seemed to finally feel they were permitted to enter in to see what new siblings they could welcome to the world. Kalseru raced directly alongside Rhaegal until they were close enough to crawl on their bellies, sounding themselves like little more than newborn pups as their soft whines and whimpers begged the new parents’ permission to see how their family had grown. When they relented she nearly stepped atop her brothers to get a look, crawling over Viserion’s golden form to see the three small bundles piles near their mother’s chest. Her heart leapt into her throat at the realization that they had gained not one, not two, but three new sisters. For a moment all the fear and concern she had felt welled up in her chest and she felt she couldn’t breathe.

As her sheer panic threatened to overwhelm her she looked around, her three brothers crowded around her, the blissful look on Jerichos face, and the love on their mothers not just for her newest children, but for her dragons as well. In that moment she realized that no matter what she had her family and the appearance of three new sisters had only grown their bonds of love, not diminished her own importance. She sighed happily, inching forward as her nose twitched at the new smells of her sisters. There was no doubt that their brothers would see them protected and cherished, but Kalseru found it her dream to teach them all about being well-groomed and the most perfect of princesses. Her long, silvery tail beat the ground behind her, no doubt whacking a brother or two in the process. “What are their names?” she asked quietly, the reverence in her voice apparent though mixed with her excitement as well.