“I am old, Aemond. I’m easily pleased because I’m so old and my brain finds amusement in the silliest of things.” He chuckled, before his head is lightly nudging the boy as they walked.

The old dragon is laying waste to a grove of trees, the branches burning as black smoke rises high into the sky.

Balerion whips around, neck glowing at the prepared dragon fire, before noticing who it was and immediately simmering down as he uses his tail to knock the smouldering trees down. The smell of food has piqued his interest enough that he’s stopped burning things at least.

Balerion huffs, a roll of his golden eyes showing his only reaction to her outburst before he’s letting her go and lumbering off. Fine then, there will be no playing from the old dragon

“I would also like to know where she is. Do you wish to look for her together?”

Balerion nods slightly, before offering her his arm as he smiles softly. “Come then.”

() okay so the poll ended in favour of Bal finding a bond. Lms if you’d like to be considered for Balerion’s bond

The large dragon is lying next to the reader, snoring quietly.

The black dread pauses before the remains of a sheep he’d hunted, nudging it towards the smaller dragon as he lays down to take a nap. It appears he’d just wanted to feed him.

There’s a grunt, a single eye opening like he was daring Sunfyre to deny such a gift from the dragon king and then his eye closes and his tail drapes itself over his face. He will nap while the young one eats.

You are not..

() should I make a vermithor

He’s stuck on his back, his legs kicking in the air as his wings flap weakly. He’s stuck-

The dragon is trying not to fall asleep, but is failing miserably

Screams