dragonstallion -- 

⎯ ⧏ ⫶⫶ ☼ :;

      _{^{Politics bored her. Of this there was no doubt, and while
her Uncle and young Aunt discussed such things she found
herself  wandering around the keep of Mereen, searching for
anything to make the day more appealing.}} 

naharix --

⎯ ⧏ ⫶⫶ ☼ :;

              _{^{Footsteps that sound much too loud for the little woman
          sound  throughout  Mereen’s keep.  The  voice  attached to
          them is urgent and panicked.}}

      ❝                  Balerion?! Balerion,
                          Rohee! Habebee! Where are you?! ❞

_{^{She  had   had   a   very  stern  conversation  with the  black  cat  telling  him that
he was not to go off wandering in  such  a  strange  place is this – but of course
the trouble maker  hadn’t  listened and know his owner was worried sick. He was
the only thing that still lived  from  her  childhood.}}  

                                _{^{Balerion  was  a  companion,  a  confidant, a friend she could cry on when
                                no one else had a shoulder to lend. He was her everything – her heart and
                                soul wrapped up in sleek black  fur.  If she lost him her mind would be lost
                                as well. Moreso than it already was.}}

         _{^{Her trekk comes to a sudden halt as a man of loud colors and bright eyes comes 
         into view. In his  arms  is  Balerion, seemingly in a trance under the man’s hands.
         Dark brows furrow in  confusion, soft lips agape in astonishment. Balerion never 
         let  anyone  besides  her  hold him – even her Uncle Oberyn couldn’t lay a finger 
         on him without risking losing it. Finally words spew forth; awkward yet stern.}} 

                                              ❝ … Thats my cat ❞