Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
Riding Cregan was… an experience. He didn't move like a horse did, he bounded and bounced, slipping between the trees easier than Ned would have thought for a beast his size. Sara and Jon slunk about them in the trees, her coat paler in the moonlight. They were swifter, too, though Ned suspected that was because Jon was a lighter rider.
The two raced to the other end of the godswood, stopping at the edge of the trees. Jon laughed as he slid from Sara's back, and she laid at his feet. Ned dismounted Cregan, scratching his head. "Thank you."
Cregan shoved his leg.
"Well?" Jon asked.
"I quite enjoyed that, thank you, Jon." Ned looked at Cregan. "Can he become a dragon too?"
"Oh, yes! But he doesn't do it so often, so he's smaller. Cregan?"
The wolf huffed, and then he was a dragon, as Sara had been.
He wasn't quite her size, closer to a pony, with burnt bronze scales and paler copper wings. Ned swallowed. "He'll need a saddle too then," was all he managed to say.
"You mean it, Father?"
"I can't have you falling to your death."
Jon giggled.
"Jon… I need you to promise me something."
"What's that?"
"No one can ever see Sara and Cregan when they're… like this." He indicated the small dragon. "People will want to control them. Or fear them."
"I understand."
Cregan changed again, except now he was a boy, not a wolf or dragon. He looked almost like a mirror version of Jon, down to the clothing, except for his eyes… Those were Dayne eyes, like Ashara and her brother had once had.
"I promise," Jon said.
"Agreed," said Cregan.
Jon looked at Sara, and she became a girl again, a tiny version of Lyanna that it hurt to look at.
"Must I?"
She sounded like Arya though, Arya and Jon and Ned.
"Yes, Sara," Jon replied.
Sara wrinkled her nose. "Fine. I promise too. No one except Jon will ever see Silverwing."
"Thank you."
Sara turned back into a wolf, and Cregan grinned. "Race you back!"
Jon grabbed Sara's collar. "Bet!"