It was a curious thing, this pregnancy. Mirage had known Daenerys was not pregnant when she first arrived upon these lands, her scent had none of the lingering effects of hormones that gave the subtle hints that a mare was carrying another life within her. No, it was soon after that night spent with Viserys that the shadowy mare noticed the change in the pale young femme, and the process by which that change came about had been suggested by her brothers repeatedly; Mirage was loathe to believe it. She loved her siblings, but not like that.

But the proof was before her now, in the form of a leggy crème colt. The mare happy, at least, that Daen found happiness in the birth of her son, and Akaith trilled a colourful greeting above the mare and foal who stood by the ruby-red pool of water. Dragons always did love celebrating births. Mirage, whose shimmering cloak had been hiding her inky bodice amongst the darkness of the night, stepped forth into the moonlight, nape arched as she extended her muzzle to the mare, nickering warmly in her own melodic greetings.

“He is strong, Daenerys.” Her rich, accented voice intoned kindly, her golden eyes appearing lighter than normal under the pearlescent glow of the celestial moon above them. “Like his mother.” Lips twitched into a small smile, but there was a hint of sadness about her demeanour, sadness due to her not being able to help the mare sooner – to save her from the wretched being that was Viserys. “Does he have a name?” Curiously she transferred her gaze to the colt, easily picking the thick family resemblance that was present in both Viserys and Daenerys; and she had to wonder just how long their ancestors had bred this way – she had heard tales of such cultures, and though she would never understand the reasoning completely, she at least understood that for some, it was considered normal.

Proffering her soft, velvet maw to the colt, she wondered if he would be bold enough to stroke it with his miniature little crown. Akaith landed upon her back, chirruping a pleasant song to Daenerys in congratulations; a birth was a birth, a birth of a strong child was something to be celebrated, no matter the extenuating circumstances.