As the former princess was looking at the purple dragon, she felt an irresistible pull. Shireen found herself stepping closer to the dragon, ignoring Myrcella's warning shouts. Shireen raised her hand and Stormstrider lowered his head and sniffed it carefully. His scales shimmered like amethyst in the winter sun and she found herself running her hand with fascination over them. They felt smooth and warm under her palm. The dragon purred and preened in pleasure at her touch.