"What the heck?" Was what Ronan muttered. Inside of his cozy setup of a tent...
Of course, half-sleeping in his temporary quarters was one thing while surveying the mountains with his birdly squadron was another.
After all, he sort of still needed to find the Sons of the Mist... and moving under the cover of the night is what he assumed they're doing.
Probably to smartly avoid Captain America and his wingmen... Dove's Taka no Mes... and Eagly's eagle eyes, which are just standard and non-Kuroko...
So, he literally had just transferred the focus of his warging ability unto other winged hunters with a night affinity... which were obviously owls.
In any case, as Dexter would say... tonight's the night...
But how could Ronan have expected to actually just spot a literal piss-yellow dragon, looking quite lost in the mountainous airspace?
With Rhaenyra very much crying as she rode on it.
"Did episode 2 happen already?" Was what he can't help but also mutter out. But given the passing of time, it probably already did.
Though, he wasn't sure if Rhaenyra actually did a fake running-away-from-home trick that most children do to express their frustrations.
Right after all of Viserys's stupidity, Ronan couldn't blame her really.
Then again, instead of just taking a few steps outside and heading back almost instantly... she was using a long-distance dragon, arriving at the great natural border of the Vale.
At this ungodly hour.
And by the looks of it, she just seemed lost... cause her cries didn't look like the cries of someone betrayed and hurt... but the teary eyes of someone who was panicking and very much scared because she didn't know her way.
Tonight was a moonless night in particular, and unless she has some Potion of Night Vision or a honed aerial navigation skill... then she's pretty much cooked.
Probably already imagining in her head that she would be the second coming of Aerea Targaryen or whatnot.
And yeah... Ronan sort of pitied the girl who only looked like the actress for Supergirl but had no actual Supergirl sense at all...
So, with the bare minimum kindness of his heart... he helped out. Anonymously.
Using the very owl he's using to observe her... to open an impromptu Hooters restaurant.
But big bazongas weren't the appeal for this resto... for what's being "served" up is an actual hooter.
So... hoot... hoot... hoot... was what the silent-feathered owl had to do, to get Syrax's attention...
Alas, it wasn't enough, so a pellet had to be remotely coughed up... and a little whitewash had to be "strategically" flung as well.
And yes, it became a very precarious carrot-on-a-stick-ing situation from there on out. For the petty and pretty she-dragon did not take kindly to bird excrement.
With the brave and maneuvering excrementer barely escaping many chomps of certain death.
But yeah... it still got chomped to death after some while. Cause dragons are dragons for a reason... and owls are owls.
Fortunately, throughout the process, the rage-baited dragon was guided in a certain direction… and Rhaenyra should have gotten ahold of her bearing, with all that rocking and twirling that her ride suddenly did.
And if they just stay straight from there... back to King's Landing is what they'll reach.
After all, Ronan just had directional and surveyoring skills as well.
Something he's learned along the way to hopefully map the entire Vale during this campaign and all that. Nami-style.
Or it could also be Craig of the Creek's style...
Either way, it was to establish optimal routes, getting to know the lay of the land, and whatnot.
But yeah... it clearly comes in handy when doing a relatively good deed for a princess in distress as well.
Assuming that Rhaenyra will actually head directly to the Dragonpit and then the Red Keep to pout to daddy... and not derail herself to anywhere else in particular...