When the city was destroyed in lava, many or the dragonlord families had been wiped out and the only family left was House Targaryen the last dragon riders.
She had always wondered about Varylia and had began reading up on it in the library, apparently many dragonlord families reside there.
Every since she was a child, Lyarra had learned how to speak Valerian, Old Nan had perosnally teached her much to her mother's protest claiming she didn't need to learn the dragon's language.
Through, Lyarra knew her mother didn't want her learning it because it reminded her of Princess Shaena the dragon whore her mother had said one day.
But she ignore her mother's words and had went behind her back learning the language anyway, after a few years of practice she had gotten the hang of it very well.
Now, as she sat in front of the blazing hot fireplace, an idea came to mind to her for some reason Lyarra couldn't help herself and had took out the blue and red scale egg holding it over the fire.
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She soon placed it on the fire and held it in her hands, Lyarra stared at the egg deeply for some reason her hands weren't burning instead she felt nothing but warmness.
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She suddenly started to feel coldness surrounded the egg, Lyarra felt cold and warmness on her hands which was strange to her.
" How could something be cold and hot at the same time " She wondered.
The young ice dragon countuine to stare at the dragon memorialize it, not noticing the door opening.
Jaime enter the room and closed the door behind him, he stared to look around for his little ice wolf before he spotted her in the living area sitting in front of the fireplace.
He walked towards her and noticed she was out of thought, his eyes soon widened as he saw her holding an egg over the fire.
