[Aemond looks up to the cushion between them as she pats it to beckon him closer. The thick of dragon musk is one he's grown so accustomed to, it barely registers to him even after a ride. It became a symbol of pride almost once he had a dragon claimed as his own. He remembers well how she feels of it, and yet she urges him closer. Curious.
His eye following her hand as it traces along the decorated fabric splayed across her thigh. Begs him to think of what may be underneath. A moment spent thinking before he shuffles the gloves in his hands and moves over to join her as requested. Sitting close enough to touch nearly leg to leg. He pretends not to notice. His hand remain in the seat of his lap, back pressing against the cool wall of the carriage.]
They'll have an answer by the eve or on the morrow.
[Aemond answers simple. Given Vhagar's size and age, she eats less regularly than a young dragon. However, her appetite requires larger meals. More livestock to purchase from the lands of local lords, more efficient than than trying to cart the feed itself. Which will dip more shallow into the coffers, he could not say. Nor what his grandfather might agree the better solution. Price or practicality. He often knows where his mother might land, however.]
I can speak to him myself. It would be better.
[ He would want to. As he can't let her keep speaking for him the older he gets. As of his position, he knows he must advocate for himself and his desires.]
no subject
His eye following her hand as it traces along the decorated fabric splayed across her thigh. Begs him to think of what may be underneath. A moment spent thinking before he shuffles the gloves in his hands and moves over to join her as requested. Sitting close enough to touch nearly leg to leg. He pretends not to notice. His hand remain in the seat of his lap, back pressing against the cool wall of the carriage.]
They'll have an answer by the eve or on the morrow.
[Aemond answers simple. Given Vhagar's size and age, she eats less regularly than a young dragon. However, her appetite requires larger meals. More livestock to purchase from the lands of local lords, more efficient than than trying to cart the feed itself. Which will dip more shallow into the coffers, he could not say. Nor what his grandfather might agree the better solution. Price or practicality. He often knows where his mother might land, however.]
I can speak to him myself. It would be better.
[ He would want to. As he can't let her keep speaking for him the older he gets. As of his position, he knows he must advocate for himself and his desires.]