Riding atop Vermithor's wings, trussed up in multiple layers of clothing with nary an ounce of skin exposed to the cold, Laem had almost grown to regret his choice to travel north as a gesture of goodwill. The weather was his bitter enemy and if it weren't for Vermithor's fiery warmth and radiating heat, he would've had a much harder time on this journey.
Maybe he was just spoiled. After all, the northfolk lived every day in this cold so he should eventually grow used to it as well. Vermithor's scales provided him more than ample comfort as the large wings flapped harder and they began their descent towards the ground. The sprawling complex of Winterfell was dead in his sights and not too far off into the horizon. The descent was brief and brought them to a clearing away from Winter town.
Much as he would rather have Vermithor accompany him inside and would dearly miss the dragon's companionship, he knew all too well that it would be better to not test the locals while he was on a goodwill trip. The appearance of a Targaryen was most likely going to be ill-received and a dragon wading into their territory probably even less welcome.
He held out a hand and rubbed Verm's nose before shuffling off the great beast's back. They would accompany each other for a bit before he would be off. First thing in order was to feed him. There were bound to be at least a few deer around and he knew that the beast would have little trouble hunting for his supper. Still though, he was bound with worry that he could not shake. This was going to be difficult indeed. They accompanied each other a few more kilometers until arriving at the boundary where the roads separated and the town was in plain view a few hillsides below.
"Stay out of sight. I'll let you know as soon as I'm finished."
The dragon responded with a mere blink and a twist of his mighty neck. It was weird how he took this to be understanding and acceptance, but it passed between them almost without him needing to voice the words. Laem looked away and began to take a step, but then he heard a feral growl and a girl's voice.
His eyes turned as he came upon the horizon, spotting what appeared to be a young girl accompanied by a rather large wolf. Vermithor and the beast locked eyes and Vermithor snapped at the wolfish creature. Taking the girl's advice, Laem made no sudden movements and simply raised his hands up in slow and careful motions. "Neither is my dragon."
Backing away slowly, Laem patted Vermithor's head slightly and rubbed his hand over the beast's wing. Steadily, the dragon backed off, but didn't blink or lift its gaze. "We come in peace and mean you no harm. My name is Laemion Targaryen... and I wish to speak with you."