You keep to the trail, seeing that the ice and snow gets higher as you go. How big is the arctics? Why would a place with few living in it be so vast?
A soft fluttering of wings meets your ears. Looking up, a blue-white dragon is flying over head.
She lands in the snow, which makes no noise, and fixes her eye upon you. You can tell she is sizing you up, wondering if she should talk to you or not. Feeling a bit upset, you introduce yourself kindly, and she lifts her head up.
"Call me Ybeli," she says simply.
There is an pause, and you say, "Hello, Ybeli."
She smiles. "Well, not much farther to go. You'll be there soon."
"Where?" you ask.
She gives a mysterious grin. "The Sandy Road."
