Two days later, Drogon brought Rhaegal to Riverrun, where the Northern army led by Robb had already assembled.
Looking at the two figures, one big and one small, hovering above his head, Robb already knew that the smaller one was the black dragon Drogon in its juvenile form.
Although he was a little disappointed that it was not Drogon who assisted him in the siege, any dragon that could fly and breathe fire would be a great help to their attack on the Twins.
"Is that a dragon? It's so big!" Arya said while standing on the city wall and looking up at the sky.
"I heard from Robb that the little black dragon will be three or four times larger than a green dragon when it grows into an adult!" Sansa said beside her.
"Three or four times?" Arya was surprised. She looked at Riverrun. "Isn't that as big as Riverrun?"
After hearing what Arya said, Sansa also looked at Riverrun. If it was true as Robb said, Drogon was indeed as big as Riverrun, but this was too exaggerated!
"Drogon! Can you grow bigger so I can see?"
Just as Sansa was comparing Riverrun and Drogon, Arya suddenly shouted at Drogon in the air, and Sansa was so scared that she hurried over to cover her sister's mouth.
Drogon, who was about to lead Rhaegal and Robb's army to the Twins, suddenly heard someone calling his name. He looked down and saw Sansa and Arya on the city wall.
From the content of the conversation, he knew it was from Arya, who had been eccentric since childhood.
Letting Rhaegal wait for him there, Drogon swooped down in front of Sansa and Arya.
Robb and Catelyn were also startled when they heard Arya's shout just now. When they saw Drogon swooping towards the sisters, they were so scared that they almost screamed and quickly ran towards the city wall.
But they knew that although Drogon was in his juvenile state, he was still very powerful. If that reckless Arya offended Drogon and provokes him to attack, they would not be able to take revenge.
Looking at the two sisters whose fate had been partially changed because of his arrival, drogon felt both familiar and unfamiliar.
Comparing the two, Drogon prefers the straightforward Arya, while Sansa was naive in the early stages and only gradually matured after the huge changes in her family.
Later, she became keen on power and became the King of the North as she wished. It can be said that the death of the Mother of Dragons was directly related to her.
Of course, Drogon would not have any resentment towards her now, because she would never have the chance to plot against the Mother of Dragons again.
Arya called out to Drogon on impulse. She didn't think Drogon could understand her. Unexpectedly, Drogon not only understood her but also flew in front of her.
Arya stared at Drogon, who was fluttering his wings in front of her, looking young but majestic, and did not dare to speak for a moment.
Looking at the frightened Arya, Drogon wanted to tease her again, so he flew up a little and started transforming directly.
Ah!
A huge shadow suddenly appeared, covering the entire sky. The two sisters' eyes became pitch black, and a scorching heat followed.
Not only Sansa and Arya, but almost the entire Riverrun was shrouded in Drogon's huge shadow.
The two sisters closest to them could only see the light in the distance through the gaps created when Drogon flapped his wings.
Robb and Catelyn, who were running towards the sisters, were also startled by the sudden appearance of the huge figure. They were stunned for a moment before continuing to run towards the city wall.
Arya screamed and opened her eyes, and saw the huge dragon scales on Drogon's forelimbs, glowing red. She could not see Drogon's complete appearance at all.
She could only retreat along the city wall while looking up. The further she retreated, the more shocked she felt, and the greater sense of oppression from Drogon.
When she saw Drogon's majestic dragon head, she felt an oppression from her soul, and she even had a desire to worship it.
Arya swallowed hard, calmed herself down, and turned to observe Drogon's entire appearance.
Almost every part of the huge dragon's body seems to be carefully crafted, and the whole dragon is mysterious, majestic and beautiful.
The most profound feeling Arya had was perfection. She could hardly find any flaws or inappropriate parts in Drogon's body.
Gulp! After swallowing again to moisten her dry throat from being burned by Drogon's dragon body, Arya boldly asked, "Can I... can I touch you?"
Seeing Drogon nod, Arya took a few steps forward, stood on tiptoe, stretched out her little hand and touched Drogon's hind leg.
As soon as Arya touched Drogon's leg, she felt a burning sensation, which made her almost subconsciously retract her right hand. After feeling the temperature of Drogon's body, she found that it was still within her tolerable range.
Feeling the bulging muscles and smooth surface of Drogon's hind legs, Arya actually couldn't let go.
Arya's hand brushed past the sharp bone spurs on Drogon's leg and rested on the shiny black scales.
Touching the sharp edges of the dragon scales, she pried them apart with force. The scales were tightly attached to her skin, leaving only a small gap. She tried harder, but still couldn't lift up much.
Drogon: [...]
Arya didn't just want to touch it, she wanted to pry a piece of her own scale. He broke away from Arya's hand and flew upwards.
Arya found that Drogon was about to fly away, and thought that her previous behavior had angered Drogon. When she was about to say sorry, she saw that Drogon did not fly far away, but flew to the side of the tower and rubbed his side with the corner of the tower.
After rubbing three or four times, a piece of dragon scale fell off its body.
Since his transformation, Drogon has a clearer understanding of each part of his body than before. Now, he even knows which dragon scale on his body is about to fall off.
Otherwise, no matter how strong he was, he wouldn't be able to rub the scales off in just a few strokes.
When Arya saw the scales that Drogon had rubbed off, she realized that he did not blame her for taking off the dragon scales, but instead offered to give her one.
She ran over and picked up a dragon scale on the ground that was bigger than her palm. It was still warm in her hand.
"Thank you, Drogon!" Arya said sincerely, holding the dragon scale in her hand.
Drogon nodded to Arya and flew towards Rhaegal.
Sansa looked at the dragon scale in her sister Arya's hand with some envy. It wasn't that she wanted the dragon scale too, but she valued the black dragon Drogon's care for her sister.
Not only did he satisfy his sister's wish to see him grow bigger, he did not blame her for picking up dragon scales, and he took the initiative to give her a piece.
"Arya, do you feel that there is something special about the way Drogon looks at us, as if he has seen us before?"
Sansa said to Arya, remembering the way Drogon stared at her just now.
Arya, who was excitedly playing with the shiny black dragon scales, thought for a moment after hearing what Sansa said and said, "It is a little special."
But she couldn't tell what was special about it. Besides, if it wasn't special, he wouldn't have met her request the first time they met and even given her the dragon scales.
Looking at Drogon flying high into the sky, Arya really wanted to ride on him for a ride, but even though Drogon gave her dragon scales, he might not let her ride.
Besides, it was Queen Daenerys's dragon. Even if Drogon let her ride it, who knew if Daenerys would blame herself and her family if she found out. So Arya didn't dare to say anything.