[ Daenerys does not move, not until she sees open palms with no threat to her. It was not as if she immediately distrusts him, it was anyone. Regardless of who it was, the small Queen must be cautious.

Those eyes are the first thing she catches sight of, and soon his hands. Tentatively from the shadows, the woman with peppered draconic features is caught by whatever moonlight they did have. ]

To find a dragon. [ Saying her child was her first wish, but it would dredge up miscommunication. ] Modestly sized, black. I caught a mere glimpse of him before losing him – he is hunting, I imagine but I must bring him home safely.

[ It was clear she was prepared to some extent, her silver-gold tresses weaved back out of her face and her bag clinging tightly to her back. Weapons, of course, to her hip that were primitive and exotic all at once. ]

Tell me, please... have you seen such a creature?