winter wonderland
The dragon's wings quickly fold to his sides as he lands on the Icicle Isle, already transforming back into his humbling equine form.
It had felt refreshing to fly again, unburdened by the consequences of the land below, free to travel among the clouds and land wherever he chooses, yet even in the air, remorse fills his lungs and grips his chest tightly.
The snow beneath him shoots a mighty winter frost right up his legs, causing the stallion to shiver and puff volumes of warm steam from his nose as he walks aimlessly.
He has landed close to the scorched and withered forest that remains on the isle, it seems almost odd to Ruinam that he had been here when it had all happened, he remembers the fire and the noise of dragons battling in the sky. Yet now all that remains is serene, filtered out only by the sweet and melodic chime of ocean air swiftly making its way across the island. Only sometimes does the breeze convey misery, bringing with it the scent of burning wood.
Now, only guilt remains; creeping up his spine and cradling his head as it hangs quietly in the air, lost in thought.
After deserting the Resort and abandoning all hope of bringing the three islands together, he allowed himself to ponder the reasoning behind his return, especially to the frozen isle of all places.
