Meraxes.

Sweet thing, you need not remind me of what I am well aware already. We are bound by more than just blood. The ancient magic of our motherland has seen to that, intertwining our paths so we could never go astray. It matters not how far you fly, or how much time I spend lost in reverie and training, our hearts beat as one, just as our brother and love's does. That I know, so you need not miss me anymore or long for my company, because I mean to spend the rest of the evening with you, that of course if Aegon has not already got there first. His greed tends to rear his head more often when I try to have you all to myself. It has always been that way.

Me gusta imaginar los colores que ves cuando vuelas, mũna. Desearía el poder conservarlos. A veces no sé si podré ser el gran rey que tú dices, pero, quiero ser alguien que te haga sentir orgullosa. Muy orgullosa. Intentaré volar más alto con Quicksilver cuando el viento sea amable, y pensaré en ti para no tener miedo. ¿Me enseñarías a pintar esos cielos en algún momento? Quiero aprender a verlos como tú.

I'm old enough for other types of stories, or just not stories at all, you know I've never been interested in such kiddish stories my brother loves. I'm glad you get to see my mother in me, she raised me all by her own. You've always been such a well spoken woman, aren't you, aunt? 

En el camino intenté recordar algo de poesía para no llegar con las manos vacías, mi Señora, pero temo que no estoy hecho para eso. Aunque si hay baile, quizá tenga mejor suerte. ¿He regresado a tiempo para algo digno de ver, o tendré que conformarme con que me lo cuentes?

My sister, my wife. You bring the sky back with you, smelling of wind and your dragon. I find myself growing fond of it, your own sweetness warring with the pungent smoke of Meraxes. It leaves me lost in thought, imagining you adrift in the blue, and I am utterly beguiled. What did you find in the heights? Give me a reason to join the chase tomorrow. If my presence would not crowd your sky, that is.

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