would name them all for those the gods have taken. The green one shall
be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the
Trident. The cream-and-gold I call Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak
and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he
could not… The black is Drogon.”
She was a young filly, spirited and splendid. Dany knew just enough about horses to know that this was no ordinary animal. There was something about her that took the breath away. She was grey as the winter sea, with a mane like silver smoke.
Hesitantly she reached out and stroked the horse’s neck, ran her fingers through the silver of her mane. Khal Drogo said something in Dothraki and Magister Illyrio translated. “Silver for the silver of your hair, the khal says.”