Moonspear and the dogs again, again —

It became quickly apparent to Drogon that Vela was a lot more sheltered than he’d originally thought and it occurs to him that it’s probably not the pale to fill her in but …it seems silly and reckless ( this coming from the king of reckless ) to let her go about her life living in the dark, sheltered from the harsh realities of what is happening just outside her borders …what could happen within her borders. So, Drogon doesn’t feel overly guilty about being the bearer of bad news. He glimpses at her as she glances as him and offered him an instantaneous nod. Good. It was good to know that she has an interest in, at the very least, learning how to defend herself. She doesn’t have to be a master warrior …but even knowing the basics …or some of Drogon’s favorite dirty tricks would help her would it ever become necessary. “Right now?” Drogon inquires, looking away from her to the path that stretches out before them. “I thought you wanted to impress daddy?” Drogon mimics in a high-pitched, girly voice with a roll of his eyes and a unintentional brush of his shoulder against hers as they walk, glimpsing back at her out of the corner of his eye as he awaits her response. He’d be more than happy to put a pause on patrolling to show her a few fighting techniques but first he needs a clear idea of which is the priority to her: learning how to defend herself or impressing her father because they couldn’t patrol and spar at the same time and one had to give.