[ with a task given and a question spoken, aemond gets right to work. he's always his most settled when he has something to do with his hands, and this is no different. ]

You ask two questions, Koby, [ he counters with a small smile, but he allows it for now. the sheaf of papers is re-shuffled and quickly sorted, aemond even taking a moment to arrange them according to the order of the texts. he's quick to do it, and quick to read the sheets as he does. ]

Dragons were born, according to legend, from a moon breaking in half up in the sky, fire spilling out and down and with them the first dragons to roam the known world. The sheep herders of Valyria came upon these dragons, and formed a bond with them. Together the dragons and their riders conquered the lands of Essos, bringing to rise the kingdom of Valyria of old. It was a kingdom of kings, who ruled the continent with great power and claimed for itself great wealth.

Then the Doom came, burning the sky a second time, and left remaining was our family and our dragons. The last of Old Valyria, and of the great dragonlords. From a dream, our ancestors looked to the west to conquer new lands - to Westeros - and brought forth a new kingdom. From the ashes of the conquered lands, the Seven Kingdoms rose under the Targaryen crown.

My dragon, Vhagar, was among the dragons that flew across the sea to rain fire upon the Westerosi kingdoms in conquest.

[ it should answer sufficiently. ]

What is your life like, at sea?