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“Blood of the Dragon”
𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑
than seven-name days old when she first encountered the dragons of Old Valyria. When she had seen their grandeur, their power, and fire first hand; when she had been given the first glimpse that once had been the Empire of Dragon Lords.
"We Greywoods have been dragons riders since the first days of Old Valyria." Her mother's voice echoed like a siren in the tunnels of the dragon pit.
Naerys Greywood was an image of beauty to young Balora under the light of the blue flame torch. A vision of what Dragon Maidens from the ballads of old must have once looked like, enchanting violet eyes and fine regal features of old blood. Dressed in boiled leather riding gear, hair braided away, and a determined look; she was the image reborn of Vaella Greywood before the young Balora.
"It is our blood right to claim a dragon for our own, to uphold the traditions of our people as Valyria is no more and we are all that is left of its former glory."