The dragonpit was a mighty structure to behold, for it truly had to be to be able to house the dragons of the Targaryen royal family. They were huge creatures, and terrifying at first meeting, but when one is married to a Targaryen, you grow used to them. At least, that is how Ysera felt about them. For when Matarys came to live in Dorne, so came Yraenyx. There was some initial worry by those in the area, unnerved by having the silvery dragon flying overhead and possibly burning down their keeps in their sleep, but once everyone realized that Yraenyx was not like that, he had become simply a familiar presence to the mountains bordering Dorne.
Ysera watched the silver scaled dragon as he was being cared for by the handlers of the dragonpit, dark eyes making sure that all was right. With Matarys having been so injured in the war, as soon as she was able to Ysera found herself visiting the dragonpit to check on her husbands dragon. The two of them were still learning to get along with one another, and some days were better than others. A few times she had been able to touch Yraenyx, to stroke his scales like she had seen Matarys do, though she dared not do anything further without Matarys nearby to calm Yraenyx. Certainly she has been hesitant to even fly on Yraenyx with Matarys, and given how shortly they have been married and then sent into battle, there hadn't been much opportunity for such things.
She watched the dragons from a careful distance, dark eyes glancing over them all when a yell went out that Prince Aegon and Aemithor had returned from their flight. She watched as the mightest of the dragons, with his blood red scales and black horns, returned to the dragonpit. And with him, looking so very small in comparrison to his dragon, was Aegon.
The blood of Elia Martell, may she rest in peace, flowed through his veins, and while he had the looks of his Targaryen ancestors Ysera could see traces of his Dornish ancestry. Perhaps that is why, during the fighting to reach the inner city, she had all but thrown herself infront of him to keep him from harm. For it had been his capture that had caused Ysera and Matarys speedy marriage, for should anything have happened to Aegon and then to Visenya and their unborn child, it would be Matarys and Ysera who would become first in line for the Iron Throne. Something Ysera most definitely did not want, something that she knew Matarys did not want either. She wanted her now goodbrother to live a long and happy life, with plenty of sons who will keep Matarys and herself far from the throne and allow them to live in peace in Dorne.
"How was your flight?" She called out to her goodbrother as he descended from his dragon, approaching carefully as to not upset Aemithor or any of the other dragons present. The two of them haven't had a proper conversation since before Ysera was married to his brother, and even before then there was a significant lack of contact due to one situation after another. But now, with the halfman Lannister captured and everyone home and healing, surely now was the time to strengthen the bonds between family members.