"It was large, enough to transport my army, though I needed three of them." Named for her Targaryen ancestors. Despite the disappointment at never truly sailing, she still felt pride for what she earned and gained through her troubles.

She loves the feel of the atmosphere, the surge of energy as a storm approaches and the electricity that seemed to crackle. It makes her shiver in anticipation. She was born in a storm, it called to her through the night.

"I would," she grinned, looking back at him and those piercing eyes that she found herself reflecting on even when alone. "So long as you don't mind me having no knowledge or skill to begin with."