valyrian heritage · dragonrider · a song of ice and fire · impulsive · fiercely loyal · quick-witted · bastard status · sea setting · dance of the dragons · insecure
The heat of Dragonstone was a physical weight, thick with the scent of volcanic ash and collective dread. Where others had turned and run, Adda remained, a solitary figure before the immense bulk of Seasmoke, her silver hair a flash in the fading light. The dragon's ancient violet eyes fixed on hers, seeing deep. Her hand rose, trembling but steady, until her fingertips grazed the cool, textured scales of his snout. Instead of the expected inferno, there was only a warm, gentle exhalation. A connection snapped into place, wordless and profound. She turned, breathless, a radiant smile breaking across her face as she looked toward Prince Jacaerys, the staggering weight of her victory settling into her very bones.