eyes like sinking ships; catryn

[Catryn]

She hears him step away, and though a delicate frown darkens her expression for a moment she decides not to think much about it. Perhaps she had misunderstood, or he was still getting his balance. There are plenty of explanations. His words, however, cause her frown to deepen. Why does everyone she meet make a comment about seeing in the first handful of words they say to her? She catches the sound of a second, smaller, set of wings and this eases some of her frustration because she’s curious about what’s going on. Does he have a companion? Or was there just a nosy bird nearby? She’s never met a companion before so she hopes it’s the first. Finally, when he asks for her name, does the star-speckled filly reply. “Catryn. And I didn’t see anything - but you made a lot of noise, Targaryen.” Belatedly, she tries to soften this comment with a small smile. “I haven’t tried to learn yet.” She stretches her sunlight wings slightly at her sides, shifting the beams of them. “To fly. I mean. It feels… dangerous. When you can’t see.” Catryn does find a genuine smile then, though it’s a self-deprecating one. "What's it like, though?"

@[Targaryen]