I'VE LEARNED TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THE FIRE
Viserion was busy patrolling the borders, the duties he carried out as a Sigma while everyone else seemed to melt away. He had seemed to grow up with his brothers in silence. Being the calmer seeming of the two others, he was content with it. Drogon however was restless, wanting for a fight. He knew that his brother would be trouble growing up. Yet he felt like the odd one out most times anyways, he kept to himself. He wasn’t like the others, of pure dracarae. He carried his fathers ice elemental bloodline with him, though he rarely used it.
As he patrolled, the sight of a single wolf in the territory made him pause in the air. He hadn’t met anyone really since being born here. Everything was so quiet all of the time. He took the opportunity, gently lowering himself near the wolf’s presence. As he landed, a friendly smile crossed his face. "Hello," His voice carried out, something he wasn’t able to do often. His wings folded behind his back. "I’m Viserion, son of Daenerys and Ghost. Who are you?"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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