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[kingofunification]

Name: Claude von Riegan
Date: 7/3
Format: Video

[At first, nothing appears in the video aside from the expanse of sky and the hint of a stone wall at the edge of the image—-soon enough however, something large and white encompasses the screen, a muted snuffing noise filling the audio.

Soon after, a gloved hand appears in the frame as well, pushing what appears to be a scaled snout out of the picture with some indistinguishable words before the face of a tan man appears in the frame, hair mussed from what appears to be a large reptile nuzzling its snout against the back of his head.]

Sorry about that, I’m still working out the kinks of how this thing works. [A hand gestures to the screen.] I’m in a bit of a bind though, and I figured this would be the quickest way to get answers.

[The white creature shoves it’s head under his arm, resulting it a bit of a scuffle before Claude settles for scratching its chin.] See, my girl here is getting kind of antsy, and I was wondering if there were any good places to let her go flying, as well as hunt for food. Of course I could buy her meat at the shopping district, but-- [he’s temporarily shoved out of frame before pushing the scaly head away] --stop for just a second would you--but I think some exercise would do us both good. Does anyone more familiar with this place know somewhere to stretch out your wings?

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[Claude hums as he considers her words, looking up at they wyvern's eyes as they blinked in contentment.] If you're the only one who would dare ride them in your world, I can understand why you might think it strange. Even with how common they are where I'm from, some people still find them to be too difficult a mount to ride.

[He looks back at the woman, a wry smile pulling at his lips.] I must say, you must be quite the handler if you're the only one daring to interact with a creature like this. Most wouldn't dare to try to ride a wild wyvern.

[He pulls Setareh's head down, rubbing behind the horns on her head as the beast gives something of a purr.] The mounts bred for riding typically are more agreeable to humans than their free counterparts. Setareh is a bit of an exception even to that, given her unique coloring. Her brood wanted nothing to do with a wyvern that would be such an easy target in the brush.

[freeing]

Drogon and his siblings were far from wild, so I suppose that explains it. [ In truth, she is just a dragon mama and the opportunity arose to ride such a creature. ] When you raise them directly from an egg, the amount of trust is nearly ingrained into their very being. My ancestor's skill aside... I would have never dared unless I trusted him fully.

[ But, it's not all about the hungry little Drogon -- Dany is actively trying to catch sight of Setareh, as if mapping the differences. ]

She is rather remarkable. [ Mindlessly, it was the first thing that slips past her lips... ] She is lucky to find a rider with care, then. One that treats her thoughtfully. Is... she at the size you last recall her to be? It is an odd question, I know, but...

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[Something softens at the edge of his lips at her words, a fondness bubbling in his chest as he continues to scratch Setareh's scales. A lot of soldiers took their mounts for granted--something expendable on the battlefield, or a tool only used for war. So it was nice to see someone share his sentiment on the creatures--as well as noticing the care he put into raising her.

(It wasn't often that Claude liked to be known, especially when it came to the care he put into things. But he'd let it slide for his dear little star.)]

A wise choice. Trust between rider and mount can only turn out the best results for both parties.

[He coos something too low to be understood across the watch to the wyvern at the word remarkable, and she shakes her wings out in turn, another grumbling noise coming from her.] If you're talking about the size of a mature wyvern in my world, then she is as large as they tend to get at this age. Sometimes wild wyverns grow larger if that manage to live long enough, but... [He shrugs, looking back to the camera with a brow raised.]

Do they grow larger where you're from, or did he grow smaller on arrival here?

[freeing]

Ah – not quite... but that is interesting. The dragons from my world grow large enough to rival the largest ships in the world. To make stone castles tremble when they perch upon them.

[ Even if she speaks of such greatness, such a mass – Drogon was around the size of a horse, similar to his own mount. ]

When I was brought here almost a year ago, I came alone. It was not until months later that Drogon was brought here, with the same temperament he had when he was younger and a stature to match. I believe... he is from another time, but still the same Drogon. He simply was not as I last remembered him.

[ There's an awkward huff of air following, as if she speaks uncomfortably. ]

I understand little of how this works – worlds, times, but I suppose I was curious if this found true to you as well. Consider yourself fortunate.