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𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 ˖*°࿐ 𝟎𝟏. time always remembers ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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IF VALAENA HAD TO DESCRIBE a moment in her life where she would always return to and feel free without any care of other thoughts that took place in her mind, it would be this: the breeze caressing her face and freeing hairs from her braid, the rays of the sun warming her skin and the clouds around her, giving it all an image of how heaven she thought could look like.
Since she was given a dragon egg as she was born, Valaena has been fascinated with dragons: their history, their curiosities, their origins with Old Valyria, their different types. She felt a sense of curiosity, a necessity of learning everything she could from them.
And it's as she didn't try: it was not the first one as a small kid to run into the dragonpit to observe the enormous beings. More than once her mother had grounded her for going alone to that place, stating she was too delicate for it.
That changed the moment her egg hatched: Valaena's dragon wasn't like any other seen since Old Valyria. Her dear Lyraeth was a sight for sorrowful eyes. Her egg was a peculiar dark purple, almost looking black, giving everyone the idea that she would be a quite dark color. But once she hatched, Valaena's siblings' gasps could be heard across the Red Keep: the dragon was completely white as snow, her scales almost making her look like an angel, looking like the clouds above the sky. Her eyes were an icy blue, a fierce gaze that landed on Valaena the second she opened them, growing attached to its small owner.
