𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒, jacaerys velaryon

i. seas the day

Steaming. 

The scorched leaves sent wisps of airy, gray smoke lingering in the air of the high and rocky islands like an ominous caution. A threat.

Through the shadows of the trees the faint glimmer of black slid in and out of view, just barely caught by the corner of an eye. If lucky, one could even pin-place the slick, cobalt sheen that opposed the blood of those whose flesh lay stuck in between its teeth.

The ground vibrated with an intense rumble, shaking with every step placed by the scarred foot. If listening close enough, one might even hear the rippling of scales as the wings that expanded larger than a carriage readjusted themselves along the great, firm body.

Closer. Closer it began to stray, the guttural hiss of vapor exhaling its nostrils grew louder, the stench of rotting meat and acidic smoke rang up stronger. Almost immediately behind now, if only it's jaws were to separate ever so little, if the bile singed with a blazing fire were to come gargling up from its inferno of a throat...

"Laxereys." A voice called out into the gentle breeze that swayed through the stony environment. "Māzīs naejot." Come forward.

Again, a huff of acknowledgment billowed from the young dragon's mouth, scaling over to the adolescent Targaryen that commanded him forward, the one who sat near the edge of the dropping cliff, holding a thin book of parchment and a quill in her lap.

A soft lilac, like a winter's frost tinged just slightly pinker washed over the blooming petals of a bed of flowers dotting the grass at random. The one closest in distance, only a mere foot away was the chosen target, its portrait being etched delicately into the paper.

"A clematis," Laea murmured, ducking her head closer to the sketch as she drew a thin line along the stem in her portrait. "I haven't seen them around the Keep, but they were in full bloom while at our stay in Starfall."

The dragon beside her settled down into a more comfortable position, not giving much care to her words. It wasn't rare that the girl would often go into rants or small conversation with her dragon, despite the fact that he couldn't speak back, much less understand her words. The majority of her time was spent with him, whether it be flying or sitting in a field where the princess took to her book of rough drawings. She much preferred his company to the politics and rather harrowing elder men that slinked around the halls of the Red Keep where she was often required to stay. 

A whistle in the wind piqued her head up, and Laea's gaze floated along the horizon until, from her serene realm of tranquility high on the island mountain on which she sat, a line of ships bearing high masts of a familiar black and scarlet sigil made way east, perpendicular to her line of vision.

Laea clenched her jaw firmly, feeling her teeth grind against each other as her eyes followed the large ships as they sliced through the waves and grew closer to their location with grand speed. Kings Landing, they were headed, the Red Keep to stick with specifics. She knew it as fact already, it wasn't often one would see a fleet of Targaryen ships heading toward the direction in which they sailed, no matter how large or small the line may be. Despite this obvious factor, the princess was made well aware of their anticipated arrival, along with the accompanying Velaryons. As mentioned to her by her mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, the previous day, both families would be joining with their own at the castle for a few days while the succession of Driftmark was decided. It was between Lucerys Velaryon, Laea's nephew, and Vaemond Velaryon, the Sea Snake's younger brother. That was all the information she was provided with.