Finally alone for the first time since she’d turned ten,
Crystal sat down and enjoyed simply existing. No worries about her behavior, no
worries about the other Ice Dragons, the only thing she had to worry about now
was that someone might barge in and take this blessed quiet away from her.
The ice-cold floor felt amazing under her paws, and if Crystal
closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that she was back home in Wynter’s
Grove. Back in the safety of her family’s dome.