[ He shouldn't be surprised to see, her yet the feeling sinks in all the same once he does. It is not entirely like her to come all the way out here this early to watch him or escort him from the Dragonpit. However he'd also thought the same of her when he had caught her watching him the day before. Though instead of reach hopefully back to that sort of conclusion, his thoughts immediately turn to trouble. Penance. Diverting him from the Keep to the Sept instead. But it doesn't come. He knows her well enough to see that she is not cross or disappointed in him as he has seen her be with Aegon.]
Not at all. [The young prince agrees, looking her over as if to try and pry out a little detail of something he might have missed on the intake.
His hesitation is notable, but slips into the carriage without protest. Shifting to take the seat across from her as he begins to pluck at the fingers of his lambskin gloves to begin prying them off of him. In such a closed space, the musk of Vhagar clings to him and the smell of petrichor that clings to his hair from flying through heavy clouds. Through all of it, he can still smell the flower oils Talya brushed through her hair. Another gentle reminder of a moment that brings the feeling of flush on an otherwise cool morning.
The carriage door closes shortly after. Horses soon to rustle into motion as he continues to pull at his gloves. Almost looking at her expectantly before he minds himself again. Already feeling rushed to fill what would normally be a normal amount of silence. At least on his own behalf. ] I've spoken with the dragonkeepers, they should begin preparations.
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Not at all. [The young prince agrees, looking her over as if to try and pry out a little detail of something he might have missed on the intake.
His hesitation is notable, but slips into the carriage without protest. Shifting to take the seat across from her as he begins to pluck at the fingers of his lambskin gloves to begin prying them off of him. In such a closed space, the musk of Vhagar clings to him and the smell of petrichor that clings to his hair from flying through heavy clouds. Through all of it, he can still smell the flower oils Talya brushed through her hair. Another gentle reminder of a moment that brings the feeling of flush on an otherwise cool morning.
The carriage door closes shortly after. Horses soon to rustle into motion as he continues to pull at his gloves. Almost looking at her expectantly before he minds himself again. Already feeling rushed to fill what would normally be a normal amount of silence. At least on his own behalf. ] I've spoken with the dragonkeepers, they should begin preparations.