FIRE CANNOT KILL A DRAGONRhaenys turned at the sound of her mother's approach, ears flattening against her puff of hair and lips pulling back into a snarl. More puppy than dog, but it was there alright. As soon as the princess noticed it was her mother, he features immediately softened. The corners of her lips turned up into a smile and her ears pressed forward. "Mother!" She exclaimed with a toss of her head and jaunty steps toward her dam. She extended her lean neck, blowing a soft breath of recognition to her.
The question is a simple one, about an even more simple action; but Rhaenys is pleased as punch her mother had seen her. "Salem suffers no weak fools." She parroted something she had heard her mother say. However where Nyimara had left it alone, Rhaenys turns to the line left in the sand by the retreating lizard. She still has much to learn, but it is clear Rhaenys is up for the task.
"And that," she starts, stomping a foot down in the sand, "was a fool." She turns back to her mother, eyes wide and lit up as she looks upon her role model. In her eyes the witch queen could do no wrong, and like a sponge Rhaenys hoped to absorb everything the silver woman could teach her.
”Come patrol the eastern border with me. We can spar along the way.” Rhaenys nods eagerly, turning sharply in the sand as her mother nips at her flank. In protest, she pops her hind end upwards, a single leg kicking out playfully. "You'll have to do better than that!" She laughs, running ahead for a moment but not without playfully snapping at Nyimara's shoulder in passing. She crosses in front of her, kicking a spray of sand at her mother's legs.
"I've been practicing," she calls over her shoulder as she circles back, tail flicked sky high. Rhaenys watches her mother carefully, using the promise of a spar as both fun and a lesson to be observed. She watches for the most minute of details. The movements of Nyimara's ears, the position of her tail, the tightening of muscles. Everything was a lesson. Rhaenys dug her hooves into the sand with each stride as she approached her mother, rearing up at the last moment, as if to cut her off. "Gotcha!"
RHAENYS | 6 MONTHS | SOOTY SILVER BLACK | ISIKSIZ X NYIMARA | DUNES |
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