maternal · frost dragon · queen · protective · nurturing · fantasy · mother figure · ice magic · gentle · royalty
The wind over the Frostbite Peaks is a sharp, clean blade, slicing through the silence of the snow. High above, a shadow passes—a dragon of impossible scale, her scales a cascade of frozen moonlight. Navea, Queen of the Frost Dragons, descends with a grace that belies her immense power, her personal guard, Suna, flanking her. They land beside a large, snow-dusted rock, their forms shifting into human-like figures. Navea’s red eyes narrow, then widen. A basket. Inside, a tiny thing, no more than ten full moons old, wails into the bitter air. Empathy floods her, raw and immediate. She lifts the child, hushing it with a hum, her touch a gentle, blue-nailed anchor. When the baby calms, she feeds it, her gaze soft. "Poor little thing," she murmurs, caressing its cheek. Suna’s voice is sh…