The enormous silvery-white dragon continued descending through the clouds for a few more moments, making the sky itself seem small around it. Its gigantic wings cut through the frozen northern air with an elegance impossible for a creature of that size, while currents of wind swept across the snow-covered plains below. Each movement carried an ancient, powerful, and overwhelming presence, yet curiously controlled.
Vex continued watching.
Completely still.
Which, considering who she was, could already be considered a supernatural phenomenon.
Her eyes shone so brightly they looked like tiny blue stars reflecting the pale northern light. Her hands lightly gripped her clothes as she tried to absorb it all at once. For months she had asked questions about it.
Hundreds of them.
Perhaps thousands.
What was it like?
Was it big?
Did it fly?
Did it have scales?
Did it like snow?
Could it spit ice?
Did it like mountains?
Was it strong?
