The Tartered Dragon - Aegon, Son of Baelon)by mootjeman7)

Chapter 7

Early 99 AC, Tarth Mountains

The sounds of Mīsaragorn's and Liāzmariña's wings flapping and their screeching were echoing as Mīsaragorn landed down with a heavy thud onto one of the few flat areas on the mountains of Tarth.

His eyes swept across and smiled as he looked down towards the west where Evenfall Hall was located. Even from here, the famed clear blue waters of Tarth could be seen.

His eyes roved around and he could see the high meadows and the shadowed vales that the island was famed. He heard Liāzmariña land next to them and saw Gael smiling beautifully as she spoke inaudibly to her dragon from atop Liāzmariña's back and he let off a sigh.

Gael got off from Liāzmariña and Aegon could see the wariness in the she-dragon as she peered over to them despite Gael soothing the smaller dragon.

He climbed down Mīsaragorn's back and tapped him gently on the scales when the dragon craned its neck and growled softly at him.

« Don't unsettle Liāzmariña » Aegon said as he met his dragon's great big eyes.

Mīsaragorn growl grew a little louder and Aegon pinned him a hard gaze « Mīsaragorn… » Aegon began warningly. Mīsaragorn relationships with other dragons weren't the best save for one – Meraxes.

As a drakeling, Mīsaragorn had been the smallest and the few interactions he'd had with other young dragons hadn't been the best at all from what he'd been able to piece together over time.

And then, of course…there was Cannibal.

The beast had almost caught Mīsaragorn and Aegon during one of their first flights over the Dragonmont and only through chance and some skilful flying by Mīsaragorn had they been able to avoid the maw of the great black beast.

Never again had either of them, alone or together, approached the Dragonmont from that side or anywhere near where it was known the Cannibal feasted.

Mīsaragorn huffed, his huff blowing his hair slightly but Aegon smiled at the acquiescence « Thank you. We'll hunt in the Shivering Sea for some whales. » Aegon promisedand he laughed when Mīsaragorn let off a deep low rumbling growl that was pretty much as close to a satisfactory purr as a dragon could get.

He tapped Mīsaragorn's scales one more time before he walked away towards Gael.

She looked a little hesitantly at Mīsaragorn before she looked towards Liāzmariña who looked ready to fly away in a moment's notice but Aegon smiled at Gael.

"Don't worry, Mīsaragorn won't harm her." Aegon assured her and she looked sceptically at him before she looked at Mīsaragorn who pretty much began to curl into himself. "See?" Aegon said with a teasing smile.

Liāzmariña seemed more relaxed when Mīsaragorn curled into himself and Gael smiled warmly at the sight before she practically clung onto his arm and dragged him away towards the cliffs that overlooked the western coast of Tarth island.

"Tell me everything about the royal procession!" Gael practically demanded as she led him away, her narrowed eyes boring into him "Your letters were entirely without detail!" she said and Aegon laughed before he launched and weaved a story that keep them talking for hours to come.

He talked about the seemingly endless blooming fields of the Reach, the sea of tilled land and countless livestock one could see in the distance as they made their way through the Reach.

He talked about Highgarden and its white stoned walls, the impressive and beautiful stronghold that was more akin to a palace than it was a fortress with its gardens and courtyards though he mentioned that it was deceptive in its beauty for it was not an easy castle to take with its maze like gardens and thick walls that would be difficult to bring down without dragons.