Daenerys’ audits picked up the long-awaited call. She leapt into the air, scarcely believing herself. Finally, an army worthy of taking Drekistone, of the Conqueror himself!
She called for Ghost, hoping he would meet her there. Wherever “there” was; she flew high into the sky to look for a gathering of Dracarae. In the end, she found them by following the blue dragon woman she had seen frequenting the Shores, because Starfall was such a vast realm. She landed on the ground, below the woman.
Balerion, the caller, was quite the man. His mask was a nice touch. These Voodoo, Daenerys thought, were truly a fearsome sight; Cersei and her little whelp would quake when they saw the new commander of the Dracarae.
His appearance was promising. His words and ambition were promising. His sheer passion hooked Daenerys well and truly. And she realized, she would give up her dreams of a throne to recognize this man as king. Sure, she didn’t like the idea of yet another privileged male ruling a kingdom. But, truly, this hulking Dracarae would be a modern day Aegon.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.”