his brothers flew overhead, keen to take their perches in the high stone towers. but Viserion had taken to a mortal form, and accompanied his MOTHER and her advisers in their row boat. he wanted to walk upon the sands of this STRANGE place. sky was sky wherever they flew; but lands were different and their MOTHER loved this land more than others. he wanted to know why. he always wanted to know why. for he had never known WESTEROS & there was so much of ESSOS within him, but when he saw her lower to the ground & take the sand within her hand he felt a mystique.
her advisers remained silent. but he could hear Drogon’s song on the wind. they let their QUEEN have her moment, let it sink into her skin. only then did the Dragon move closer, up to her side. his OBSIDIAN eyes matched the cliff-faces, & they were focussed on the structure of dark stone. ‘ this—— is HOME? ‘ Viserion sounded unsure, sceptical.