King Ghidorah rose from the square before the Great Pyramid, spreading wings that blotted out the sky.
Aegon's silver hair streamed in the fierce wind.
Not far from him, Daenerys followed on the black Balerion, with Meraxes and Vhagar flying at either side.
Aegon deliberately kept King Ghidorah's flight slow.
It was less a flight than a drift. King Ghidorah's enormous wings beat only now and then, as though lazily gliding.
His vast body seemed almost untouched by gravity as he moved slowly between the high heavens and the sea of clouds, allowing the three little dragons to keep up.
After spending a little time together and assuring themselves that this pale-gold colossus would not hurt them, the little dragons gradually grew bolder.
Emerald-green Vhagar and milky-white Meraxes circled beside King Ghidorah's enormous body like two flying fish chasing a great whale.
Perhaps they could sense that the rider on this colossus's back carried the same comforting presence as Daenerys.
One great dragon and three small ones wheeled and soared through the sea of clouds.
Emerald-green Vhagar was the most curious. Flapping cautiously closer to King Ghidorah's fearsome right head, Vhagar tried to lean in for a sniff-
Only to be greeted by a row of bared white fangs and a low warning growl.
Vhagar let out a startled cry and hastily flapped away, shrinking beside Balerion beneath Daenerys and whimpering in hurt protest.
Daenerys could not help laughing softly.
The left head, however, was getting along quite happily with milky-white Meraxes.
That head lowered slightly, letting little Meraxes dart around it, and occasionally breathed out a gentle puff of hot air that sent the little dragon circling excitedly.
The middle head kept its gaze fixed ahead, proud and aloof, as though such childish games were beneath it.
Aegon felt