[ A few parting commands fling over Vhagar's shoulder, but the great wyrm already knows what's expected of her. They and the saddle they sit on rumble and sway with the might of her wings beating down on the rocky earth. The keepers give her room as she ambles up onto her feet. A rumble in her chest sounds like an excitable drone of death as the she-dragon heaves herself forward, slow at first but gaining steady ground as she pushes ahead to take flight.
Aemond's body knows how to move under a rumbling mountain, shifting his balance along his knees to rock with her then let the rigorous motion knock him back and forth. He's not so negligent or egotistical to let his mother suffer through any of this. One hand is steady at the handle with the lead wrapped around his fist, the other is blindly reaching behind him to find one of her clinging arms. Invite her to bring it around himself to stabilize herself. He took her up here, it's his burden to keep her safe.
When she's secure, he lets her go to hold on as the great flap of wings parachute with air. A deep thwum of air brushes back against the trees as the firmness of the ground gives away from them as they finally kick off into the air. Steady again as they climb higher and higher, the prince's hand slips back down to hold her there to him, peering just slightly over his shoulder and the whip of his milky blonde hair, to see how she fares. ]
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Aemond's body knows how to move under a rumbling mountain, shifting his balance along his knees to rock with her then let the rigorous motion knock him back and forth. He's not so negligent or egotistical to let his mother suffer through any of this. One hand is steady at the handle with the lead wrapped around his fist, the other is blindly reaching behind him to find one of her clinging arms. Invite her to bring it around himself to stabilize herself. He took her up here, it's his burden to keep her safe.
When she's secure, he lets her go to hold on as the great flap of wings parachute with air. A deep thwum of air brushes back against the trees as the firmness of the ground gives away from them as they finally kick off into the air. Steady again as they climb higher and higher, the prince's hand slips back down to hold her there to him, peering just slightly over his shoulder and the whip of his milky blonde hair, to see how she fares. ]