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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

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The air around High Tide was crisp and salty, the scent of the ocean filled Maevys's nose as she snuck past the guards and descended the spiral stairway at the back of her Lord Father's castle. It was not often that the sky of the eventide was painted in a vibrant coral hue as if the heavens above were split by the flames of the Sun, especially how the temperature was cooling despite the blazing scenery.

Maevys could not recall the last time she was greeted with such a beautiful sunset when she ventured out of High Tide's grounds. Everything seemed picturesque the second she stopped by the end of the steps to admire the perfect view that Driftmark boasted of; the silky smooth collusion of sky bursts of pink, orange, yellow and red skies; the streams of tapered light being splayed out from the cracks of the fluffy pink clouds; the watery dreamscape of the astral-blue sea where stars danced across the surface, reflecting the setting sun; the low tides that soft doused the golden sand; and the serenity that followed as the murmuring of the sea waves drown out all sounds in the world.

The Velaryon lady continued her evening stroll, leaving her footprints on the plush sand along the coastline. The seafoam erased away all traces she left behind and the muffled hummings that melted together with the hypnotic waves only grew stronger and louder when she found her way into a cave nearby.

As Maevys wandered into the chambers of the cliff, her lips curled higher. The song she had been humming echoed eerily yet soothing, almost transcendental. That was when the cave began to rumble along with her, and a low growl ruptured the tranquillity. Yet the young lady did not seem fazed or bothered. If anything, her steps quickened not one of fear but they became lighter, and full of excitement.

"Lyon?" she called out sweetly, almost singing the words she uttered. "Ñuha gevie zaldrīzes!" she said in High Valyrian as she searched for her beautiful dragon dwelling within.

A deep growl welcomed Maevys as she strolled inner, the light of the day slowly diffusing away and she was greeted with a sudden burst of flames. The brightness of the fire filled the oblivion and the temperature rose hotter as the flames flickered from red to orange and black. Iridescent reddish-orange and dark metallic grey scales illuminated the darkness and appeared from the void were three pairs of greenish-golden eyes, glowing like peridot gemstones.

"Vermaelyon," Maevys greeted her dear companion as it approached her. With every step and breath it took, the air vibrated and the cave trembled.

The vermilion-coloured beast purred lowly when it sensed its rider. Her melodious tune caused the dragon to let out a delightful shrill. Three heads emerged and circled Maevys, all snapping at one another, fighting for the young dragon rider's affection.

"Now, now. Do not fight," the Velaryon lady chuckled lightly as she placed her hand on all three heads of her dragon. "Lykirī," She whispered, calming the excited beast.

Vermaelyon was one of the fiercest and wildest dragons that was currently alive who dwelled at Driftmark along with Meleys and Seasmoke who were both claimed by Maevys's mother and brother. For decades, the three-headed dragon was untameable, viciously feral and riderless. Not even the Dragonkeepers could keep it under control without losing a limb or a life. Some would even dare add that the dragon was impossible to be ever claimed. Thus, when Maevys proved them wrong and claimed the wild vermilion dragon, everyone was beyond shocked.