[She knows the truth of that question, still able to see the bones of the young girl at her feet, though she could not remember her name. That would always remain etched in her memory, a reminder that however much these were her children, they were still dragons and dragons needed to be trained.

Viserion had always been the kinder and shyer of the three, close to lazy, if she need define it. As she knelt, Rhaegal and Drogon took to the air, subconsciously knowing that Daenerys wanted them to grant her space. Viserion stayed perched on her shoulders (more like draped, given his size), shielded by her silver hair. He was the better choice to introduce a child to.]

They won't attack you so long as I am here. [She kept his wolf in her sight line, careful not to come too near.] This one is more welcoming. You can touch him, if you like? He won't hurt you.