This world was a strange one. The people she had seen, as well as the magic it seemed to possess. It was a land that would make the Maesters weep with frustration and confusion. Too often she had heard that magic was a story for children. When she had been old enough, those fantasies that she and her brothers created had been crushed by the grim reality of life. Had she believed a bit more ardently or been willful to a larger scale, perhaps she would not be as amazed as she was.

Though, who could say what could when what was is was still happening.

She explored and wandered, scaling the stony crags and the winding rivers. She stood above the dunes of the desert and stared across the blue ocean. There was so much beauty in the midst of madness, she felt she could collapse from the sheer scale of it all.

And among it all strode a woman, a lady of silver hair and the proud bearing of a Targaryen. She had lost Rhaegar along the way, but had seemingly stumbled upon another dragon. One that did not look half as mad as Aerys and nearly as beautiful as Rhaegar.

Approaching slowly, Lyanna regarded the woman with uncertainty. She could be from their world. Or she could be a stranger, simply resembling the Targaryens without being from their house. It was a roll of chance. "My lady? Are you lost?"