The pitch lass was happy to meet her family. Lucaya introduced herself, then Thyrius, Hawthorne beta, introduced himself.
“My name is Daenerys, as I told you. I believe my mother is your father’s sister, Queen Lucaya. I am very sorry to hear of his passing.” She tucked her tail. “Thyrius, I suppose he would be yours too. I had heard your parents’ names, and I wondered if I might meet family. It’s not often I find family members who aren’t mad, deranged, or dead creatures walking.” The dragon woman was, truth be told, relieved and happy. Had she known cousins resided in Hawthorne-hell, even ruled-she would not have gone and gotten herself stuck in Amaya. Narcissus was an a s s, Crowe was creepy, and she didn’t like the timid and shy nature of the Flora, Evergreen. Uzi was also seemingly arrogant and thought himself supreme.
At least she had Ghost, and now Thyrius and Queen Lucaya. Maybe they would never meet each other again. But Dany at least knew of them; now she could rest easy knowing her family wasn’t all insane.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.”