The Fire That Burns Within US - Aemond Targaryen

The Bond Between A Dragon And Its Rider

135 - The Narrow Sea

Morghon's wings are spread wide as he flies upright into the clouds. Using them as camouflage, the daylight makes him stick out like a sore thumb, but if he can get above the clouds, he may hide away for a short time. He gilded over the clouds, taking a small rest to save his energy.

Visenya relaxes when they surpass the clouds. The air is thin and cold, but being on dragonback was magical. By now, Visenya's hair had come loose from the ponytail she had put it into, and she unties the string that was keeping it together and lets her hair fall out. Visenya reaches down towards an exposed patch of Morghon scales and gently pats the area.

"Sȳz valītsos," She tells the dragon, and he lets out what can only be described as excitement. It has been a long time since he has gotten the chance to fly with another dragon, and Morghon is having the time of his life.

Vhagar shoots up from the clouds, flying straight up, and the sight stops Visenya's heart. The she-dragon is truly an amazing sight to behold. As she flies in front of Morghon and Visenya, she blocks out the sun from her sheer size. Visenya can hear Aemond's laughter, and she and Morghon wait for Vhagar to level out and guild with them. Vhagar flies around Morghon before moving to fly next to him; Aemond leans back into the saddle, and lets go of the rain.

"Don't overwork, Vhagar. I would hate for her to drop out of the sky because of exhaustion," Visenya shouts to Aemond; she held her tongue earlier when she had to wait for Aemond to climb up Vhagar, finding it funny watching the prince climb up the dragon.

"Vhagar could fly from the Wall to Dorne and still have enough energy to overtake Morghon," Aemond shouts back to Visenya, and he can hear her laugh over the wind.

"Then maybe we should race," Visenya challenges him. Out of the two, Visenya has more control and a stronger bond with her dragon. Morghon listens to her, and the bond between the two is strong enough that words don't need to be spoken. "First one to Tarth wins?"

"And what do I get when I win?" Aemond asks, cocky that he will win. Vhagar has more experience than the two dragons, but her mind isn't as sharp in her old age.

"I should be the one to ask that," Visenya shouts before Morghon's noses dive back into the clouds. The dark scales of the dragon can still be seen through the clouds, and Aemond commands Vhagar to follow.

Visenya closes her eyes as Morghon flies through the clouds, and the wind burns her eyes, so she can only hope that he is going in the right direction. Visenya tightens her grip on the saddle, and she can hear Vhagar's wings behind her. The dark storm clouds of the Stormlands tell the two Dragonriders that they are getting close to Tarth, Morghon flies down from the clouds, and Visenya trusts the dragon's sense of direction. Seeing Morghon fly down, Aemond commands Vhagar to follow. While bigger than any dragon his age, the younger dragon is faster than Aemond thought he would be, effortlessly flying through the sky with speed.

The sapphire blue water is a sight; Morghon flies close to the water while Vhagar stays close to the clouds. Morgan's tail cuts through the water and makes waves in the water, but he flies up and away from the water. Visenya opens her eyes once she smells the fresh salt water. She looks down to the island for a place to land. As she sees a rather big opening near some wooden area, she looks up to the sky, looking for Vhagar and Aemond. She can't see the giant dragon, so she lands Morghon in the opening.

As Morghon lands on the ground, Visenya can see Vhagar making her way to the opening, and she laughs at how slow the dragon is and jumps off Morghon. Visenya moves her way to Morgan's face, running her hand along the dragon, and once she reaches his face, Morghon leans into her touch.

"Ao gōntan sȳz," Visenya tells Morghon, and the dragon lets out a noise of contentment at her words.

Vhagar shakes the ground when she lands, Visenya looks to the saddle on the dragon, but she is too far away to see Aemond.

Aemond takes his time getting off Vhagar. Once he is back on the ground, the two make their way to meet in the middle of the field.

"That was not fair you started before me," Aemond tells Visenya; she and Morghon had started the race before Aemond and Vhagar.

"If Vhagar was truly faster than Morghon, you should have been able to catch up," Visenya tells him in a teasing tone. "Just admit it. Morghon is the better dragon,"

From across the field, Vhagar huffs at Visenya's words. Visenya is now worrying that Vhagar will go after Morghon. The dragon is old and might not realize that the race is friendly. Morghon fully lays down on his stomach, not worried about Vhagar's sore, losing attitude, and that makes Visenya release that if he is not worried then she shouldn't be either.

"I think you only won because the two of you have had more time to bond together," Aemond says as an excuse, and Visenya scoffs at his words. Sure Morghon and her have been bonded since birth, but Aemond claimed Vhagar years ago.

"That's a shit excuse. You have had Vhagar for years now," Visenya tells him. Visenya looks to Morghon and starts a command. "Morghon, ēdrugon se umbagon,"

Morghon listens to her and tucks himself into a ball, resting before Visenya and Aemond decide they want to leave. Visenya puts her arm out for Aemond to take, giving him a goofy smile, and he takes her arm and gives her a small smile in return. Vhagar flaps her wings together and takes off from the field. Aemond hadn't given her the command to stay or leave. Visenya slightly tugs his arm and gains his attention back, making their way into the wooded area.

Visenya had been told that Tarth was a beautiful place, filled with mountains, waterfalls, high meadows, and shadowed valleys, and it was just as beautiful as she thought it would be. The sapphire blue water she saw on her way in reminds her of Aemond jewel eye, and she wonders if the prince had kept the same jewel in his eye socket or if he had changed in while she left.

"Does he always listen to you?" Aemond asks as the two walks up on a waterfall; the loud sound of the water flowing makes Visenya wonder if she heard him right. Visenya nods her head at his question and unlatches their arms.

"For the most part, there have been a few times where he has done things without me asking or going against my command," She answers as she sits down on a nearby rock, putting her sword against the rock and unlacing her shoes. "But in those times he has, it has either saved us, or the bond between us was speaking for itself,"

The few times that Visenya had ridden Morghon into battle, the dragon seemed to ignore Visenya entirely, but they were both still alive, so the dragon must have known what he was doing.

Visenya pulls her shoes off her feet and rolls up her pants. She stands and makes her way into the cold water; Aemond watches her for a second before following her actions. Aemond shrives at the coldness of the water; he doesn't think it will be so cold. He makes his way behind Visenya and wraps one hand around her waist. The two stand there listening to the water and enjoying each other's presence.

Aemond moves his free hand up and moves all of Visenya's hair to one side. He places a soft kiss against her cheek and down her jaw, giving the scar against her cheek a few more kisses than anywhere else before he kisses her neck.

"Avy jorrāelan," Aemond whispers as he kisses her neck. Visenya smiles and leans her body weight against Aemond's front.

The day has gone just how Visenya wanted it to, with Aemond and away from any drama in the walls of King's Landing. Both of them are happy at the moment.