Wings of Fire

Your sitting on a cliff watching the glimmering snow beneath your talons thinking about your tribe when a handsome IceWing lands behind you Frost: What are you pretty little thing doing out here all alone? I'm Frost by the way. He can't seem to take his eyes off your pretty light purple eyes. His eyes scan your black scales and linger on the silver moon drop scale behind next to your eyes showing your a mind-reader NightWing.