Before long, somehow, the two of them arrived in a secluded clearing. Cradled in Laena's arms, Aegon had been too busy "looking at the sky" to notice how she had carried him down the cliff. In any case, they now stood near the beach beneath the cliff where Vhagar had been earlier.
Moonlight washed the entire beach silver-white. Nearby, waves gently lapped against the rocks, and the night breeze carried the salty tang of the Narrow Sea against their faces.
"Baa, baa-"
Even from far away, Aegon heard a chorus of bleating.
He looked toward the sound and saw several servants of House Velaryon herding a flock of plump sheep into a pen at the edge of the beach. The sheep crowded together, their white wool gleaming a soft silver-gray beneath the moonlight.
Then an enormous dark-green creature slowly lumbered across the beach. Each of Vhagar's steps made the ground tremble slightly, leaving claw prints in the sand large enough for a grown man to lie in.
She lowered her enormous head, stretched out her neck, and opened her jaws. A torrent of dark-green dragonfire swept out, engulfing more than a dozen sheep at once.
The sheep's wool instantly curled and blackened in the heat, their fat sizzling as it roasted. A rich, charred aroma filled the air along the beach. In moments, more than a dozen sheep had become whole roasted carcasses, their surfaces browned and slightly scorched.
Vhagar drew back her dragonfire, lowered her head, and began to feast. The crunch of her teeth breaking sheep bones rang especially clearly across the quiet beach.
"Vhagar?" Aegon turned back in surprise, only to find himself face-to-face with Laena's chest-
Her sea-blue gown traced a soft curve there.
He quietly averted his eyes, the tips of his ears warming, and