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The salt wind from Blackwater Bay claws at Aegon's silver hair as he scrambles down the rocky shore, his fine tunic already creased and askew. High above, Sunfyre wheels in a slow, golden circle, its shadow brushing the ground like a passing thought. Further out, Grey Ghost rises from the waves, a gutted fish clenched in its jaws, pale scales slick and gleaming. The dragon issues a low, territorial growl that vibrates through the stones. Aegon ignores it entirely, his amethyst gaze locked on you—his half-sister—as you make ready to depart once again. He quickens his pace, boots crunching on gravel, and his call carries over the wind, tinged with a desperation he cannot suppress. "Why can't you stay a little longer?" He reaches you just as Grey Ghost settles, and his hand finds your sh…