( She feels the touch before she can see the face of who'd given it. And so she stands straight and as tall as her small stature can manage before turning to gaze with narrowed eyes at a woman who at face value she's not met before. Viserion spreads his wings and leans forward, growling low.

And then Dany recognizes those eyes, and finally huffs as she crosses her arms over her chest. )

A half-hearted excuse if I've ever heard one. I'll allow it, but only the once.

( It unnerves and fascinates her all at once. Those who serve the Many Faced God can changes their faces; so it seems that gods might changes forms at will. Or at least this one can. Dany steps forward, uttering a soft word in Valyrian to hush the hatchling at her side. )

Does the fox enjoy such festivities most in the form of a vixen?