The young maiden perked her ears up. The golden male she had seen about was in front of her, asking Andreja’s name and stating his identity. “Hi! I’m Andreja, one of the daughters of Balerion. Nice to meet you!” Secretly, a small fluttering beat of worry started in Andreja’s chest; she was insecure about the fact she hadn’t been born a Dracarae, unlike many of the others here, and she knew Viserion was a dragon born. One of the three sons of Drekistone’s deltas, no less; the powerful Daenerys and her mate Ghost, both of different royal lineages; a power duo. “I’ve seen you around the pack. It’s nice to finally speak to you!” She smiled vibrantly. The violet lass’ eyes flicked over Viserion’s form. “Got anywhere you’re going today?”

“Moi j'veux crever la main sur le coeur!”