Chapter Five: Dreams of Dragons
It was his favourite type of dream: his and sweet Alyssa's shared dragon dreams. Like most dreams, when they commence, the dreamer rarely considers how they arrived at said place. Baelon found himself gliding on gusts of wind above Valyria of old, where his ancestors originated. Baelon could recognize the peninsular capital, Valyria, named for the outstretched Valyrian empire before the doom.
It felt natural, his wings floating on the winds as if he had never needed legs to get around. It was almost too natural, feeling the crisp air rushing past his green scales. He could always recognize Alyssa by her eyes, one violet and one a bright green, even when they shared their dragon dreams.
They raced each other, now diving down towards a dragon lair built high upon suspended towers. First, Alyssa took the lead, then Baelon caught up, next they started their circular descent, both hurling towards the ground. Miraculously, as violently as they had approached the ground, as serenely had been his landing.
Serene it was, just for an instant before Baelon was awakened. He found himself covered in sweat with his heart racing. When he opened his eyes he saw his older brother Aemon looking at him from the doorway with an amused expression. Baelon's ears had taken another moment to awake, in time to hear his brother say "Stop dreaming about dragons little brother, today is the day we are going to tame a real one".