Of course, he’s supe duper late. Not on purpose this time, even! Just because half his family had apparently decided to move here; in the end, the stories of a party and a twilight bridge take longer to reach him, because those hearing about it take their leave.

Damn, niece. He’d had about a similar idea, only waiting for Icicle Isle to settle to invite everyone to see the Northern Lights at the passing of the new year. Well, he supposes everybody gathering once means they will have less interest to go to another party only a week or so later, so he’ll show up at this one. See if anything is happening.

Interestinly enough, some have decided to make it snow. But he can do better than that. The ice-scaled dragon finds a clearing, a pond; in no time at all it gets frozen, a place for some to test their maneuverability on ice. Or just be admired by the kids, he supposes.

Feeling better already, he looks back to the group of horses, and whinnies at them to see if any of them (or of the kids) is interested.