When dragons began waking above Elsweyr after centuries of silence, the Khajiit read it as a dark omen.
No one imagined a queen from another world would one day walk beside those beasts instead of fleeing them.
Daenerys has never feared fire, she's made of it: born in a storm, risen from a pyre with three sleeping creatures curled against her, she has always known dragons don't turn on those who understand them.
In Tamriel, she is heir to no crown and liberator of no known people, yet her arrival carries the same charge it once did in Meereen or Astapor: heads turn, rumors spread, and the powerful start recounting their soldiers.
Whether Nahviintaas and his kin see her as rival or ally remains uncertain, but one thing never changes: wherever Daenerys sets foot, dragons are never far behind.