Prince Aegon's Chambers

"Please do." Aegon holds open the door for her and gestures for her to enter. There is a small fire in the hearth, and a leatherbound book left on a chair before it.

Aegon moves the book and sits down in the chair. Judging by its title, it is an account of the Conquest. "I'll answer if I can. What sort of questions did you have?" Aegon asked.

"Take what you need to care for your dragon properly. You'll need a tent and bedding as well. Enough food for a week's journey, but you needn't pack more than that; we'll resupply from Maekar's supply train. As for conduct, follow orders and be brave. That is most of the trick, really." Aegon looks up as Aemy walks in. "Hello Aemy. I've been meaning to talk to you, have a seat."

"Father has given me the command for the final push to Oldtown," Aegon informed her. "I want you with us when we go."

Elseyris looked to Aemy with a polite ans earnest smile. She was very apprehensive of Aemy, but knew she would have to make herself liked.

"I look forward to joining the ranks, My Lady," she said with a respectful nod.

"Not so fierce as his rider," Aegon said with a smile.

Aegon grinned. "I only speak to my observations, Elsey." He looked to Aemy next, somewhat amused by her sigh. "Hardly. Aemon will fly with us, and I intend to ask Baelor too. With my Glutton as well, that makes five. Add that to Rhaena and Valarr Stone, who will meet us at Highgarden, and Maekar's own beast already at the front, and we will have eight. And we will need them all, I think. By all reports Oldtown is more heavily fortified than any keep or city in the realm."

"When will we know how many armies stand in our way? Hopefully not as late as when we fly past them."

Aemy's proposition surprised Elseyris. She wasn't expecting what seemed like a vote of confidence. She wondered if there was more to it.

"Well, my dragon is quite fast, so I could cover an area quickly, and he'd be good at dodging arrow fire, I think."

"Of course, I wouldn't want to presume upon your own strategies, My Lord," she hastily added.

Wisdowm Waxley and the scrolls he had shown the King arrived at Prince Aegon's chambers. Here, Waxley requested to speak with the heir, hoping he would be receptive to his plans.

Waxley scurried in with the parchment under one arm. He bowed before the PRince in deferrence while the man was packing. He noted the slight hurry and tried to compose a shortened version of his pitch to the king. "My prince," he said quickly, "I presented my new ideas to the king, which he approved, but left for you to decide if they are used. He unfurled the scrolls and showed the sketches of dragon being rode by a rider with a mockup of bags being carried underneath the dragon. "My prince, to protect the dragon and their rider, I propose that we simply drop wildfire from a safe height onto any danger you face before battle. Catapults can only shoot so far but a dragon has free range to fly where it pleases." He used his free hand to make a swooping gesture. "These are just preliminary ideas my prince, untested as of yet. But we believe the advantages to be numerous."

"We have no dragons of our own my prince, these are just theories, unproven as of yet, but if properly controlled...My prince, you do make valid observations," Waxley felt himself sweating a little bit now, nervous. "T-the jars would be stabilised in amongst dirt or sand. A container within a vessel..to ease the amount of movement..Of course the rider and dragon should be skilled and have as much finesse as possible...The sacks for instance would be tied by rope or linens." Waxley found one of the other diagrams he had and pointed to it, a mock drawing of a proposed take off. He pointed to the wildfire in sacks, a notable distance from the dragon and rider. "The wildfire would be prepared before hand in a field for instance, then the ropes laid out toward the dragon, where it will be attached to a harness.." He wiped his forehead, "Then the dragon and its rider should rise steadily upwards and take flight. "I-i..if a container should catch fire, the rider would of course disengage the harness and let them all fall away."