Winter 2095
Age 5
Obviously Mason was the best at picking out infant-clothes. Not that Valeria was an infant anymore. Something that she had been denying for the past four years as she watched her little Khaleesi grow into the vivid 5 year old that now stood in front of her, sporting the new pajamas that Mason had bought her.
Scooping up the not-so-Smol girl, Mason placed her smarty on her hip, intending to show off the beautiful, onesie-clad Leria to her family, all of whom were waiting in one of the other rooms of the massive tent-home she had grown so fond of.