A Field Outside of King's Landing

Elseyris guided Nenyan down to the field, galloping for a few steps upon landing, as the dragon's momentum slowed. She trotted him over to Glutton, drawing herself up alongside Aegon. She had readied herself according to Aegon's advice, and had been eager to show her preparedness by being the first to arrive.

"I'm ready, My Lord." she said, with seriousness in her voice, but with a barely concealed smile of excitement.

Smiling at Azuria's warm greeting of her little son, and Nenyan's happy trilling sound, Elseyris turns to give Aemon a respectful nod.

A cobalt blue dragon appeared in the sky soon after, orange horns gleaming in the morning sun. Skysong had risen from the Dragonpit eagerly, having seen his brother and mother saddled and readied for battle. He descended in a steep dive and landed opposite his mother Azuria, blue-grey smoke curling from his nostrils. Astride him was Aemy, armored in steel, a morningstar strapped to the saddle. In one hand she held Skysong's reins, in another the whip.

"Uncle," she greeted Ser Aemon and Ser Baelor each with a nod. She nodded to Elsie as well, and gave her brother a warm smile.

Azuria watches as another one of her sons came down from the sky and landed beside her. In response to this Azuria gives out an affectionate growl towards her younger kid and mimicks the motion she had done previously with Nenyan by placing her head on his neck and rubbing it.

"Doron," Baelor muttered, causing Vriskaranea to lie down, curling around herself until she was needed again... or until some wiseass decided to try and touch her. He made his way towards his family, tapping the arrow he still held. "So, cousins. What's the plan?"

"My uncle and youngest sister are here." replied Rhaegar respectfully. The seventeen year old cleared his throat. "I am squired to my uncle, so was hoping I could accompany him."

Aegon frowned. Rhaegar had been essentially confined since his father's treason, Aegon knew, much like his two sisters. But where Aegon had gotten to know Visenya and Elseyris quite well recently, Rhaegar was still an enigma. If Aegon was to allow him into his army, they would need words first, and for that Aegon did not need an audience.

"Rhaegar, with me," Aegon says briskly. "The rest of you stay here. It shouldn't be long." With that Aegon spurs Glutton into the air, intent on only a short flight into the next clearing for a bit of privacy.

Aegon landed some distance away, his heavy dragon nearly shaking the earth on landing. He slides out of his saddle easily, landing on his feet. The crown prince waits for Rhaegar to do the same, then fixes him with a calm but measuring stare. "Why do you want to go to war?" Aegon asks frankly.

Rhaegar drew himself up and met his cousin's eyes. "I am a Targaryen." he said proudly. "War is in our blood."

He looked past Aegon into the distance with unseeing eyes and said in a lower voice. "And how better to prove my loyalty than in defence of the Iron Throne?"

A great red dragon landed on the field as quietly as a beast his size possibly could, Daenerys in his saddle. She nodded at the others, but was obviously not too talkative this morning. Having seen Prince Aegon's and Rhaegar's dragons nearby, she figured they were working something out before leaving.

Mith acknowledged his mother with something akin to a nod, but did not seem to care whether most of the dragons on the field were his siblings or not.

Daenerys, since she was near Baelor, decided to speak up. "You seem awfully excited to scorch folks, cousin," she told him in a neutral enough tone, as if they were all flying out for a hunt instead of battle. She gave Elseyris a brief knowing glance, but turned back to Baelor soon enough to offer him a sly smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

"If I knew what was about to happen.." she trailed off and took her time counting the dragons on the field, perhaps for the effect, before looking back to Baelor, "Most likely. They have no idea what's coming, do they?"