Maegor's Holdfast

[Dirty Chai]

MAEGOR'S HOLDFAST

Seat of the Blacks

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Finances & Economy:
Base Land Yield: 70,000/year
Trade:
#1: Velaryon, Driftmark, perfumes. 10,000
#2 Lannister, Casterly Rock, gold, 10,000
Bonuses: +25% to land income
Total Income: 87,500/yearly
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Upgrades: * - stacked bonus
I. Market Square: +10% income
I. Mounted Light Ballistae: dragon death +1, defender archery +1
I. Dockyard: +500 naval points, +10% income
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Land Levy:
none, because the Greens stole it
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Naval Levy: 5,000 points (4,500+500)
53 Levy Ships
41 Dromonds
31 Heavy Galleys
15 Narrow Sea Galleons
5 Grand Warships
Total: 145 ships
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Residents
- Baela Targaryen, age 16, rider of Moondancer;
- Rhaena Targaryen, age 16, rider of Terrax;
- Aegon the Younger, age 12, rider of Stormcloud;
- Viserys the Younger, age 10, has dragon egg
- Rhaenys Targaryen, age 0
- Jaehaerys Targaryen, age 9, rider of Shrykos and has a dragon egg
- Jaehaera Targaryen, age 9, rider of Morghul


Regional Bonus for King's Landing
- The Capital: Kings Landing houses half a million people, and is the centre of royal power in westeros. As a result, when the city is besieged, thousands answer the call to arms. d10*1000 Peasant Volunteers are generated when the city comes under attack.
- The Gates and Walls: Kings landing has many well fortified gates and walls, making it a hard nut to crack. +2 to siege defence when the walls are being attacked.
- The Red Keep: A natural fortress, the red keep was built on top of Aegon's Hill, the highest of the hills in the capital. It has huge walls and towers, with many different holdfasts and keeps built into it. +3 siege defence when the red keep is being attacked.
- The Black Cells: Some of the most feared prisons in Westeros, named due to them being incredibly dark and dingy. -3 to all escape rolls whilst held prisoner in Kings Landing.
- Bustling Port: King's Landing is the largest port in Westeros and one of the five major cities and centers of trade. Traders from all corners of the known world come here to sell and buy wares, allowing the owner one additional trade route.

[Velasco]

A raven arrives for the Queen from Harrenhal.

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Your Grace,

My name is Haggorn Snow, I am the brother of Lady Stark and cousin of her husband, Lord Rickon Stark of Winterfell. In her name I have marched south with several thousand men to fight in your war, and was the second-in-command when the armies of House Strong of Harrenhal were smashed besides the Gods Eye.

Brandon Snow has gone to rally more men a little ways to the north, naming me Castellan of Harrenhal. I have taken to wife the lady Helicent Strong, daughter of the late Breakbones, who alas did not resist the injuries incurred in the process of securing the castle. My men continue to hold this great, strategic castle in your name, controlling the ways north-south and east-west, but I am a foreigner and my legitimacy as Castellan is open to question....

I therefore ask you name me Lord Protector of Harrenhal, with authority to administrate the affairs, lands and banners of House Strong in your name. Perhaps if I had a document with your seal on it the rebellious lords of the Gods Eye would strike up what's left of their men and march for their true monarch.

Haggorn Snow, at Harrenhal.

OOC: Strongs still the rulers of Harrenhal, but Haggorn occupying (hopefully) with Rhaenyra's royal seal of approval.

[Pericles of Athens]

A letter arrives from Raventree,

The Giant isn't with the wolves, address those letters to Harrenhal. Haggorn has no swords or spears to share, only two thousand Northmen now hold Harrenhal, I have a host of nearly twenty thousand men and we gather more men from the Blackwoods. I will be marching once the deal with my brother is met in full, though your wife says she will be arriving soon.

Bloody Bran Snow

[Oznerol]

"Take fly"

"Father, I can't"

"I said, fly"

The prince ordered with imperious voice. Daemon stood on the courtyard, atop of the crimson Caraxes. A pale and visibly distressed Aegon stands next to Stormcloud, a nimble, silvery dragon, scion of Quicksilver. The boy wore leather, fitting to ride a dragon. His right hand wielded a whip.

"Just sit on the saddle, boy, and fly. As simple as it sounds. Do you fear crashing your skull against the floor? Stormcloud as already bonded with you, he'd rather die than throwing you from his saddle. More so, I'm here, don't you see us?"

He gestured towards Caraxes who hissed and looked at Aegon with two golden ponds.

"Aye father, will do. Th..anks"

Trembling, Aegon mounted on his saddle. Stormcloud hissed with excitement and flapped his wings, covered in a soft grey menbrane. Little Viserys watched everything from a balcony, accompanied by his nurse and a sworn sword.

"Don't be a chicken, Egg! Take fly and stop complaining! I wish I had a dragon too!"

Viserys always carried his golden egg everywhere. Aegon, once on the saddle snapped the whip.

"Fly!"

He said, nervously, on valyrian. Stormcloud flapped his wings and slowly started to raise from the ground.

"Do it boy!"

Caraxes opened his wings, prepared to take fly. The nervous Aegon grabs the saddle pommel firmly, while with nervous hands used the whip to lead Stormcloud upwards, to the sky. Daemon had chosen the most fitting day, nor a single cloud on the sky. Hot wind coming from the East.

Stormcloud finally raised above the keep and Daemon took fly as well, Caraxes roaring triumphally. Father and son flied in circles around the keep. Aegon gained in confidance, his purple gaze filled with excitement and joy.

"That's it boy! Do you feel it?!"

Daemon shouted towards his son. Aegon snapped the whip again and both flied all over the city, their dragons' wings casting a shadow over the alleys and streets of the capital. After flying all around the city walls they returned to the keep, where both dragons landed, on the inner courtyard before the keep. Both Targaryens unmounted. Daemon raised Aegon from the floor with a bear hug.

"That's my boy! You see, wasn't that difficult, eh?"

"It wasn't, kepa"

He answered in High Valyrian. Daemon left him on the ground, tousling his silvery head.

"Well done, bro! I know you'd do it, Egg!"

Said an excited Viserys, who joined them at the courtyard. He clapped cheerfully.

"I have something for you, Egg"

Said Daemon in turn. A servant arrived carrying a long chest.

"You're now a dragonrider"

Daemon opened the chest, revealing a whip, the pommel inlaid with silver. Next to it laid a short sword, fit for Aegon's hand and size.

"And now, you must become a warrior"

Daemon placed the scabbard on his son's hip, who was as proud as a puff fish. The scabbard was made from velvet, red as blood, and had silver filigree running all over it. The sword had a jewelled hilt and the pommel was a dragon head.

"But that will have to wait, son. Let's go inside"

"Yes, father!"

Daemon entered the Holdfast with his sons, side by side. He glanced the pair of Kingsguards protecting the gates.

We need more Whitecloaks...

[Xion]

Arriving some after successfully hatching her dragon, Rhaena, with her retainers escorting her while Terrax rides on her shoulder as usual, the silver and gold dragon occasionally chirping out of curiosity at some of the sights it was witnessing, make their way to the Holdfast to request to meet with her father. While waiting, Terrax decides to recede underneath some of it's owner's hair while the dragon's golden eyes continue to peer outward.

[Oznerol]

ooc: I didn't know back then that they were at the Eyrie, but now they returned to KL, so this happened after they came back:

"Take fly"

"Father, I can't"

"I said, fly"

The prince ordered with imperious voice. Daemon stood on the courtyard, atop of the crimson Caraxes. A pale and visibly distressed Aegon stands next to Stormcloud, a nimble, silvery dragon, scion of Quicksilver. The boy wore leather, fitting to ride a dragon. His right hand wielded a whip.

"Just sit on the saddle, boy, and fly. As simple as it sounds. Do you fear crashing your skull against the floor? Stormcloud as already bonded with you, he'd rather die than throwing you from his saddle. More so, I'm here, don't you see us?"

He gestured towards Caraxes who hissed and looked at Aegon with two golden ponds.

"Aye father, will do. Th..anks"

Trembling, Aegon mounted on his saddle. Stormcloud hissed with excitement and flapped his wings, covered in a soft grey menbrane. Little Viserys watched everything from a balcony, accompanied by his nurse and a sworn sword.

"Don't be a chicken, Egg! Take fly and stop complaining! I wish I had a dragon too!"

Viserys always carried his golden egg everywhere. Aegon, once on the saddle snapped the whip.

"Fly!"

He said, nervously, on valyrian. Stormcloud flapped his wings and slowly started to raise from the ground.

"Do it boy!"

Caraxes opened his wings, prepared to take fly. The nervous Aegon grabs the saddle pommel firmly, while with nervous hands used the whip to lead Stormcloud upwards, to the sky. Daemon had chosen the most fitting day, nor a single cloud on the sky. Hot wind coming from the East.

Stormcloud finally raised above the keep and Daemon took fly as well, Caraxes roaring triumphally. Father and son flied in circles around the keep. Aegon gained in confidance, his purple gaze filled with excitement and joy.

"That's it boy! Do you feel it?!"

Daemon shouted towards his son. Aegon snapped the whip again and both flied all over the city, their dragons' wings casting a shadow over the alleys and streets of the capital. After flying all around the city walls they returned to the keep, where both dragons landed, on the inner courtyard before the keep. Both Targaryens unmounted. Daemon raised Aegon from the floor with a bear hug.

"That's my boy! You see, wasn't that difficult, eh?"

"It wasn't, kepa"

He answered in High Valyrian. Daemon left him on the ground, tousling his silvery head.

"Well done, bro! I know you'd do it, Egg!"

Said an excited Viserys, who joined them at the courtyard. He clapped cheerfully.

"I have something for you, Egg"

Said Daemon in turn. A servant arrived carrying a long chest.

"You're now a dragonrider"

Daemon opened the chest, revealing a whip, the pommel inlaid with silver. Next to it laid a short sword, fit for Aegon's hand and size.

"And now, you must become a warrior"

Daemon placed the scabbard on his son's hip, who was as proud as a puff fish. The scabbard was made from velvet, red as blood, and had silver filigree running all over it. The sword had a jewelled hilt and the pommel was a dragon head.

"But that will have to wait, son. Let's go inside"

"Yes, father!"

Daemon entered the Holdfast with his sons, side by side. He glanced the pair of Kingsguards protecting the gates.

We need more Whitecloaks...

[Oznerol]

Daemon sat at a table, among the other guardsmen and men-at-arms. He liked to share meals and drinks with his followers. It was inspiring for them, earning their loyalty. He turned on the bench to face his daughter. He wore leather and Dark Sister laid on a simple scabbard.

"Eh! I've heard you have a dragon now, let me see it"

It was too early to know its sex, more so when dragons could either be male or female. Daemon was seemingly happy with the news. Rhaena had longed for a dragon far too long.

"And congratulations, daughter. Your mother would be proud of you"

[Xion]

Daemon sat at a table, among the other guardsmen and men-at-arms. He liked to share meals and drinks with his followers. It was inspiring for them, earning their loyalty. He turned on the bench to face his daughter. He wore leather and Dark Sister laid on a simple scabbard.

"Eh! I've heard you have a dragon now, let me see it"

It was too early to know its sex, more so when dragons could either be male or female. Daemon was seemingly happy with the news. Rhaena had longed for a dragon far too long.

"And congratulations, daughter. Your mother would be proud of you"

Rhaena smiles and reaches up to pluck Terrax from it's perch, the small dragon chirping and trying to flap it's wings as it was moved. "Here it is..I don't think it's from an egg of Syrax..it's silver and gold." Terrax turns to gaze a Daemon and the other men at the table. "Thank you, father...I named it Terrax. Hopefully I'll be able to fly him across the realm and Essos soon enough." The dragon chirped again and Rhaena put it back on her shoulder.

[Velasco]

Prince Jacaerys comes seeking a private word with his goodfather-uncle.

[Oznerol]

Rhaena smiles and reaches up to pluck Terrax from it's perch, the small dragon chirping and trying to flap it's wings as it was moved. "Here it is..I don't think it's from an egg of Syrax..it's silver and gold." Terrax turns to gaze a Daemon and the other men at the table. "Thank you, father...I named it Terrax. Hopefully I'll be able to fly him across the realm and Essos soon enough." The dragon chirped again and Rhaena put it back on her shoulder.

Daemon studied the small hatchling.

"Silver and Gold... It must be a scion of my grandsire's mount Vermithor with Silverwing, the Good Queen's mount or a clutch laid in the line of Quicksilver. Certainly this is a brother or a cousin to the now-dead Sunfyre"

He then looked at his daughter, while scratching his nose.

"He soon will be able to fly, like Stormcloud, but I fear a travel across the Narrow Sea will require a larger dragon, Rhaena. The travel is long and even dangerous if winds are against you. A nubile dragon would soon tire and in the middle of the sea there are scarce points to perch"

Prince Jacaerys comes seeking a private word with his goodfather-uncle.

He's led to the King's chambers, occupied by Rhaenyra and Daemon. The Lord Protector sat with leg crossed on a carved chair, made from Summer Islands' timber. He was reading a pile of parchments with many more laying around, on the floor, the chair's arms and over the desk. His purple gaze raises from the parchment once the Kingsguards let Jacaerys enter.

"So, what do you wish, Prince?"

[Velasco]

He's led to the King's chambers, occupied by Rhaenyra and Daemon. The Lord Protector sat with leg crossed on a carved chair, made from Summer Islands' timber. He was reading a pile of parchments with many more laying around, on the floor, the chair's arms and over the desk. His purple gaze raises from the parchment once the Kingsguards let Jacaerys enter.

"So, what do you wish, Prince?"

Jace greeted the Prince politely before stating his business.

I fear Vermax is exhausted from the rides north and all across the Riverlands. I would like to rest him a while, but continue serving our cause as best I can in the meantime. If I have found favour in your eyes, I would like a seat on the Small Council as Commander of the Gold Cloaks. It will look good to the peasantry that their Prince is active in the capital and cares for their protection, especially if we find ourselves under siege.

[Xion]

Daemon studied the small hatchling.

"Silver and Gold... It must be a scion of my grandsire's mount Vermithor with Silverwing, the Good Queen's mount or a clutch laid in the line of Quicksilver. Certainly this is a brother or a cousin to the now-dead Sunfyre"

He then looked at his daughter, while scratching his nose.

"He soon will be able to fly, like Stormcloud, but I fear a travel across the Narrow Sea will require a larger dragon, Rhaena. The travel is long and even dangerous if winds are against you. A nubile dragon would soon tire and in the middle of the sea there are scarce points to perch"

Rhaena thinks on what her father said about the possible parentage of Terrax, while the hatchling occasionally chirped and adjusted itself on it's perch. "Perhaps the line of Quicksliver, as...wasn't Meraxes the same coloration as Terrax." She pauses for a few moments. "Could my hatchling have been from an egg laid by Meraxes that was stored away?" She smiles, thinking about the possibility of having a hatchling from an egg laid by one of the three dragons used to bring the kingdoms under the rule of the Targaryens.

She looks slightly disappointed at the news, but nods. "I could take it in a boat...but probably best to wait for it to mature a bit more. It may not even want to be ridden by me.."

[Oznerol]

"Your request isn't accepted"

Said Daemon, abruptly.

"The Goldcloaks are under my own supervision for now. I must gift those offices to our supporters, or in order to gain a new ally. Adding a title to your growing list of honors is a void thing, Jace. You are the heir, boy, no need to lead the capital's watch for you might be needed elsewhere"

[Velasco]

"Your request isn't accepted"

Said Daemon, abruptly.

"The Goldcloaks are under my own supervision for now. I must gift those offices to our supporters, or in order to gain a new ally. Adding a title to your growing list of honors is a void thing, Jace. You are the heir, boy, no need to lead the capital's watch for you might be needed elsewhere"

Jace sighed. All the great offices were empty but Daemon no doubt needed to assert his authority over Jace and remind him who is in charge.

It need not be a permanent tenure, Daemon. If I'm needed elsewhere I can go. The Queensguard is empty, as is the Small Council, there is no reason for me to not be made useful working with the Gold Cloaks.

He straightened his back and concluded.

At very least I would ask full access to the Small Council, I am the heir after all, and I have first hand knowledge of the North and Riverlands that might be useful. Lords Stark, Frey, Blackwood, the mad Ser Vance who threw me in that bloody dungeon...I know all these men face to face.

[Oznerol]

Jace sighed. All the great offices were empty but Daemon no doubt needed to assert his authority over Jace and remind him who is in charge.

It need not be a permanent tenure, Daemon. If I'm needed elsewhere I can go. The Queensguard is empty, as is the Small Council, there is no reason for me to not be made useful working with the Gold Cloaks.

He straightened his back and concluded.

At very least I would ask full access to the Small Council, I am the heir after all, and I have first hand knowledge of the North and Riverlands that might be useful. Lords Stark, Frey, Blackwood, the mad Ser Vance who threw me in that bloody dungeon...I know all these men face to face.

"You know them face to face and one threw you into a dungeon"

Said Daemon with sarcasm on his voice.

"You shall have a seat on the council if you wish. In fact, it's yours. But there might not be a council soon. Tully has decided to attend an issue over Harrenhall. We don't know what happened with the invasion of the West he defended, or what happened with Arryn's armies. Tarly cannot defeat the whole Reach and Princess Rhaenys is dead. We are short of swords and dragons"

"We may found ourselves on the saddle soon enough. They won't chain me, thought. They'll never have me alive"

[Velasco]

"You know them face to face and one threw you into a dungeon"

Said Daemon with sarcasm on his voice.

"You shall have a seat on the council if you wish. In fact, it's yours. But there might not be a council soon. Tully has decided to attend an issue over Harrenhall. We don't know what happened with the invasion of the West he defended, or what happened with Arryn's armies. Tarly cannot defeat the whole Reach and Princess Rhaenys is dead. We are short of swords and dragons"

"We may found ourselves on the saddle soon enough. They won't chain me, thought. They'll never have me alive"

Aye, Ser Mance Vance's disregard for my mother and House Targaryen is such that he did not hesitate to drag me to the dungeons and steal the exact same military strategy I had just proposed. He is a madman, a dangerous one who would cut off his own nose to spite his face...

I̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶I̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶?̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶A̶e̶g̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶V̶i̶s̶e̶r̶y̶s̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶e̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶I̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶

Me either, goodfather. Mother sends me to Tumbleton, there I shall burn that whore of Highgarden's men and do what I can for our cause. I owe it to Luke, to Joff, to mother, even to you. Do I go with your blessing? You are all the father I have now, Daemon, I pray you see me as a son also.

OOC: Rhaenyra has sent me to Tumbleton, so scrap that.

[Oznerol]

Rhaena thinks on what her father said about the possible parentage of Terrax, while the hatchling occasionally chirped and adjusted itself on it's perch. "Perhaps the line of Quicksliver, as...wasn't Meraxes the same coloration as Terrax." She pauses for a few moments. "Could my hatchling have been from an egg laid by Meraxes that was stored away?" She smiles, thinking about the possibility of having a hatchling from an egg laid by one of the three dragons used to bring the kingdoms under the rule of the Targaryens.

She looks slightly disappointed at the news, but nods. "I could take it in a boat...but probably best to wait for it to mature a bit more. It may not even want to be ridden by me.."

"Could be, somewhat unlikely, considering Meraxes died long ago in Dorne and probably all her eggs had already been hatched, lost or petrified when you were born"

Daemon nodded.

"You could. However those are long-term plans. Until the war is over it's fruitless to discuss over that. I hope we'll all survive this struggle. Your sister is going to marry a wolf, but I only want a dragon for you"

Daemon had pondered a certain marriage to keep a bloodline pure and rejoin two houses again.

Aye, Ser Mance Vance's disregard for my mother and House Targaryen is such that he did not hesitate to drag me to the dungeons and steal the exact same military strategy I had just proposed. He is a madman, a dangerous one who would cut off his own nose to spite his face...

I̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶.̶ ̶W̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶I̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶?̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶A̶e̶g̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶V̶i̶s̶e̶r̶y̶s̶ ̶y̶e̶t̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶r̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶e̶a̶c̶e̶ ̶I̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶

Me either, goodfather. Mother sends me to Tumbleton, there I shall burn that whore of Highgarden's men and do what I can for our cause. I owe it to Luke, to Joff, to mother, even to you. Do I go with your blessing? You are all the father I have now, Daemon, I pray you see me as a son also.

OOC: Rhaenyra has sent me to Tumbleton, so scrap that.

"Indeed, he's quite unreasonable and unpredictable. Vance's answer to Harrenhall issue may lose us all. My blood boils for a fight, but I cannot let the capital while your mother is at Dragonstone."

Daemon places his hand on the boy's head.

"You shall fight and win. You have my blessing. Shall your arm be strong and your fire capable of melting stone and steel. Farewell, I expect news of victory from Tumbleton"

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Lord Corlys is summoned to the holdfast.

[Roxas]

OOC: Apologies for not being around sooner. Feel free to use the rp below as an excuse to talk to Baela if anyone needs to.

Baela had spent the weeks after the names-day of her grandfather lurking around the holdfast and generally keeping to herself, except for the occasional foray down to where the adults schemed and plotted amidst this political nightmare that swallowed the whole seven kingdoms whole. Her contempt for those below her station meant that she was often quite reclusive and did not converse with many others besides her closest kin. Yet today was a rare day indeed for Baela was in seemingly better spirits than usual and had her mind set of mischief, which was why she slowly walked around the holdfast in search of her sister or anyone who would spare her their precious time during these dark times.

"Now where is that troublesome sister of mine....If I remember she has that dragon now..." She paused, "Terrax if I rightly recall..."

[Xion]

OOC: Apologies for not being around sooner. Feel free to use the rp below as an excuse to talk to Baela if anyone needs to.

Baela had spent the weeks after the names-day of her grandfather lurking around the holdfast and generally keeping to herself, except for the occasional foray down to where the adults schemed and plotted amidst this political nightmare that swallowed the whole seven kingdoms whole. Her contempt for those below her station meant that she was often quite reclusive and did not converse with many others besides her closest kin. Yet today was a rare day indeed for Baela was in seemingly better spirits than usual and had her mind set of mischief, which was why she slowly walked around the holdfast in search of her sister or anyone who would spare her their precious time during these dark times.

"Now where is that troublesome sister of mine....If I remember she has that dragon now..." She paused, "Terrax if I rightly recall..."

Baela could hear a faint chirp, then a louder one a few minutes later. If she followed the chirps, she would find Rhaena with a silver hatchling perched on her left shoulder and it's tail coiled around her arm in one of the spare rooms of the Holdfast. Hearing footsteps, Terrax turns it's head around and chirps again, followed by Rhaena turning around as well. "Hello sister. Wandering the Holdfast again?"

[Roxas]

Baela could hear a faint chirp, then a louder one a few minutes later. If she followed the chirps, she would find Rhaena with a silver hatchling perched on her left shoulder and it's tail coiled around her arm in one of the spare rooms of the Holdfast. Hearing footsteps, Terrax turns it's head around and chirps again, followed by Rhaena turning around as well. "Hello sister. Wandering the Holdfast again?"

A mischievous smile erupted on Baela's face as she recognised the familiar tone, relieved to find her most treasured friend in this solemn and sombre Holdfast. Her eyes almost immediately honed in on the tone of new addition to the family, admiring the gallant and royal like tone of colour that covered it's hardened yet fragile scales.

"There is very little else to do Sister, what with us being trapped in this Holdfast whilst the 'adults' play petty politics elsewhere. I had been meaning to see your new dragon at some point..."

Seeing the small bundle that was Terrax had made Baela begin to miss the companionship of her 'Moony',

"Perhaps you would like to bring him along with Moondancer and I? I was about to try and sneak out to see her, I have grown tired of reading books in the library..."