Forest Dragon

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The cold was biting, tearing through the upper slopes. The longer Jason was here, the more he began to question whether his sister would be able to tolerate the same cold that he could. For his part, he felt it as an overwhelming sensation that filled him, almost more than he once could bear; and yet, with his dragonskin clothing and his connection to the ice dragon, he was better able to handle it than he ever had been before.

“I don’t remember it ever being this cold,” Kayla said.

She let out a breath that steamed in the air. Her head was covered by a thick fur hat, and the black fur jacket should have kept her warm, but with as cold as it was, it was possible it wasn’t doing nearly as much as it needed to. Without the dragonskin jacket, Jason wasn’t sure if he would have been able to tolerate it as well.

“Father used to tell me—”

“Father used to tell you many things.” She smiled as she said it, though it looked forced. “What can you tell me?”

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