Raptor shivered, her breath visible in the stark air.
Why oh WHY did the Ice Kingdom just have to be this COLD??
She hated it. The climate went against the very nature of SandWings. Could anything possible be this torturous?
Well, perhaps the Kingdom of Sea. It was pretty comparable, the water was FREEZING.
But it was nothing compared to this. This was true torture.
The SandWing narrowed her black eyes against the blindingly white snow. Whiter than the whitest sand? How was that even POSSIBLE??
She pulled her light grey cloak around her shoulders, attempting to stave off the cold- but nothing would help.
Raptor blew a small flame, which barely sparked, and immediately went out in the sharp breeze.
Great. Wonderful.
The SandWing snarled, trying to hurry through the snow, which was FREAKING COLD, and made it back into the castle.
A chill ran down her spine, not from fear, just from the intense coldness. It was slightly better inside, still cold, but no wind.
“Back already?” Raptor froze.
“Yes sir. Nothing interesting to report I’m afraid.”
She heard the sound of a dragon stiffening up. “You know better than to speak like that.” The superior said, and Raptor could almost hear the scout cringe. “I’m sorry captain, sir. It’s just-“
“Just what?” The voice hissed, daring to be challenged.
There was silence for a moment, then a sigh. “Nothing, sir.” “Good.” The IceWing captain said. “Now follow me. I’m going to check up on Sliver.” The voice’s tone softened in just the slightest. “Maybe he’s found something worth..”
The voices faded, and Raptor let out a large breath- not realizing she’d been holding it in.