Finding My Wings My dragons are finally big enough to ride. I so want to just jump on one of their backs and fly into the distance, but my bloodriders think it's not safe. "You can't ride dragon yet, Khaleesi" Rakharo insists. "They are too wild" Aggo backs him up. "You will be burned black, Khaleesi" Jhogo joins in. I turn to Ser Jorah, hoping he will back me up. He usually goes with whatever I say. "I won't get burned, will I? The flames from Khal Drogo's pyre didn't burn me!" I plead with him. He shakes his head. "That was just fire, Khaleesi. This is dragonfire. Dragonfire burnt down Harrenhal" I look desperately round at my khalasar. None of them meet my gaze. They avert their eyes, staring at the ground. I sigh. "Fine!" I say. "I'll do it another day" I scoop my dragons from the ground. Viserion curls himself around my neck, Drogon on my arm, and Rhaegal on my right leg. I stalked back into my tent. "One day, I won't even tell them" I whispered. "One day, I'll just get on one of your backs and I'll fly." Drogon snaps at me. "Ok, ok" I tear up pieces of a dead bird. I place them on the ground in front of the dragons. "Dracarys" I say. Each of them sends out a stream of fire from their mouths, burning the meat black. Then they begin to devour it, ripping it, and tearing it. They're the only children I'll ever have, if that maegi spoke the truth. I think. The only ones, and they have terrible manners. As though he read my thoughts, Rhaegal lifts his head from the black meat he is attacking, and screeches at me. I raise my hands in surrender. "Sorry, sorry!" I say. "See?" I jump, and turn to the entrance to my tent. Rakharo stands there, arakh in hand, newly polished and shining. "See what?" I ask. "They're wild. Provoked him any further and you would be burned." He says. "It may be as you say, blood of my blood, but I don't think that will happen" I tell him. "He might burn people and dead animals upon my command, but he will never burn me, nor will the others" "They have bitten you before" He points out. "Those were only little bites! They didn't hurt!" I protest. That's a lie. It did hurt. I just bit my lip and tried really hard not to cry. "You cannot ride dragon, Khaleesi" He says. "Yes I can!" I say defiantly. "Targaryens were born to ride dragons! We are the blood of the dragons!" "That's what your brother said. Look where he ended up" I am brought up short. He's right. I promise him that I won't ride them until I am a lot older. It's going to be a hard promise to keep. Drogon is bigger than the other two, so I'll probably ride him first. I imagine it, soaring over seas and castles, high above the clouds. My silver hair streaming out behind me, excitement and joy in my violet eyes. Oh, what I wouldn't give to do it today! Instead, I find my wings in a different way. I go, and I mount my silver. "Your saddle, Khaleesi!" Aggo calls. "And your bridle!" "I don't want them!" I reply. Before he can argue, I kick my silver into a fast canter, then a flat out gallop. She flies, she is my wings. I feel like there are no limits to how far I can go. But there are. When I can no longer see my camp, I turn my silver around and gallop her back. I tie her to a post, stroke her, and give her water and food. I find myself exhausted after my ride, and when I am in my tent, I don't bother going to my bed. I just lie down on one of the rugs covering the hot sand. It takes me a few minutes, but eventually, I manage to go to sleep, dreaming of myself soaring over the clouds on the back of a dragon.