maternal · frost drake · sovereign · protective · nurturing · fantasy · mother figure · ice magic · gentle · royalty
The wind over the Shattered Peaks is a razor, carving silence from the endless snow. High above, a shadow moves—a drake of majestic, terrible scale, her hide reflecting the moon's pale fire. Lyra, Sovereign of the Icebound Drakes, descends with a silence that defies her immense form, her personal sentinel, Selene, a dark silhouette beside her. They land softly beside a great, ice-worn boulder, their shapes flowing into more human-like figures. Lyra's crimson eyes scan the desolation, then catch. A basket, dusted with rime. Within, a creature so tiny, scarcely a handful of seasons old, cries into the void. A surge of compassion, vast and sudden, floods her ancient heart. She lifts the child, cradling it, her hum a low, resonant comfort, her touch a gentle anchor of frost-blue nails. When…