"I have heard little of other places beyond the forest I was in. I was in a temple for a long time, but when times changed I lived elsewhere. I did not know much of the dragons, of the world, of what people thought and wanted."

She frowns, shaking her head. Lauralae is somewhat aware of her own isolation from the world; she knows there is much for her to learn, and that fuels her curiosity more than she might be willing to admit, even to Daenerys.

Fingers brushing over her dagger, Lauralae sends a quick message to her raven before she moves forward, ducking down against the bushes. Her spare hand flexes, touching the dragon scale she had found, knowing the power it had given her.

Nodding in return to Dany, she presses low to the ground and begins to move forward, closer and closer.