Ember’s talons scraped stone as he slid off his bed. He’d
been awake long enough to hear the soft clicking of the daily messenger,
dropping off the letters addressed to him from the town and village, as well as
in the castle. The pile was somewhat large, as it usually was, since all the
dragons assigned to council were required to write a summary or their report
for the daily meetings the night before.
Making his way to his desk, Ember lifted a paw to shuffle
through the papers. Reports from all the council dragons, in their varying
styles of writing, were all there, as well as a few reports from Flame Village.
At the bottom of the pile, a few papers up from the last, there was a
shimmering white paper with thick, blocky writing like Crystal had used to
write her name. Ember brushed the other papers aside, and carefully lifted it
up, flipping it around to see the sender. Wynter’s Grove, Block forty-three, no
name or dome number.
Ice dragons lived in Domes, round houses made from their own
ice and snow, and each Dome was crammed onto a Block with roughly fourteen
other domes, depending on the size of the families in each dome.
