Our dragons don't sound very different at all and, truly, it wouldn't surprise me if some of them learned human speech. (There is wisdom in Drogon's gaze. She knows he understands her and that he can read her emotions as easily as if her heart had been laid bare before him.)

His brothers were green and gold respectively. I would say Viserion was the most flamboyantly colored with Rhaegal close behind. His green was bright like new Spring buds.

(But her boys are - were in the case of two - young. The oldest dragon in human record had been over two hundred and massive. Drogon could grow to that age, but she won't see it.)

He did. They perished before we arrived. (And then she had died too, leaving her poor boy alone in the world. But she can be with him here and that is why she gathers him into her arms.)

It can be difficult to withstand. I can't drink much wine myself or I feel myself becoming impaired. That isn't something I relish, though I have met others who disagree.

(Daenerys sits down with Drogon draped across her lap, gently checking the dragon's claws.)

I am from Westeros, but I was raised in the East. I only returned to Westeros briefly.