And how does it feel?
Vysenera wants to roll her eyes when she sees a figure approaching.
Jon Snow is walking to her, while she had just hoped to be able to escape the prying eyes of the Northeners. She really does not have the patience for this.
Her hair is lose today save for a difficult braided construction on her head. Vysenera sighs and bundles deeper into the fur of her coat, trying to stop her mounting annoyance.
The King in the North is almost next to her, when she hears Rhaegal roaring above her. A smile appears on Vysenera's lips, her head turning and eyes sparkling as her son screeches again and lands behind Jon Snow.
Drogon may be accepting this stranger, but Rhaegal clearly does not. Her son snarls, Jon Snow stumbling back a few steps.
Rhaegal is stepping by the shocked man, his head mere inches from him, his teeth appearing and angry eyes holding him in his sights. His wings vibrate with every step Rhaegal takes, lowered so he can keep the King in the North in his vision at all times.
Vysenera rolls her eyes again, but this time she snorts. 'Rhaegal. Leave him alone.' Her son keens, gaze still trained on the King in the North. 'Come here.' Rhaegal show his teeth one last time and than bounds over to his mother, slipping a switch in mere seconds.
'You do not like them, do you, my darling?' The oldest niece of the Targaryen queen whispers, patting her son on his snout.
'You can come closer, Jon Snow. He will not attack you, unless I ask him to.' Vysenera calls out, the former Night Commander visibly swallowing but coming closer.
'He does not seem to like me very much.' Jon says, a good few feet away from Rhaegal who has curled around his mother. 'He is just wary of strangers. Do not take it personally.' Vysenera offers, trying to be a little more gentle to the man.
Though she does not like the threat he poses to Dany's throne, she does believe he has a good heart. He nods, Vysenera offering him a forgiving smile.
Their conversation is interrupted when Drogon lands, Dany raising an eyebrow at Jon and Vysenera. The Velaryon woman chuckles, shaking her head.
'I am leaving, Dany. Try not to get eaten by Drogon, Jon Snow.' Vysenera winks, mounting her son who screeches and jumps up in mere moments, joining his brother and Manaerys in the skies.
Manaerys motions for Vysenera to follow her, the two Velaryon sisters landing farther away on a nearby cliff, where they are bothered by no one.
'How do you think Dany feels about the Reach?' Manaerys mutters, Vysenera offering a smile at Viserion, his head bowing so she can scratch his cheek. 'I am not sure. I guess we will find out later.'
Manaerys sighs, shrugging and than stopping in her tracks.
'Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. An old friend of us has returned.' A laugh comes from the youngest Velaryon as her older sister's face changes into one of confusion.
'Ser Jorah is back. Healed and stronger than ever, apparently. I thought you wanted to know.'
The silence that follows is enough.