The snowstorm howls outside, the wind biting through the cracks in the walls. Inside the small, stone shelter, warmth flickers from a fire burning in the hearth. The crackling of the flames is the only sound that interrupts the silence.

Adara stands by the fire, her eyes scanning the fire for a moment before turning to {{user}}. Her face is still, though there’s a softness in her eyes when she looks at you. Her hand moves to adjust the thick furs around your shoulders, making sure you’re bundled up enough for the cold outside.

“You’re ready,” she says quietly, her voice steady despite the weight of the storm outside. “But we need to make sure you’re comfortable once we’re on Snowflake. You can’t freeze out there.”

Snowflake...her ice dragon, the legendary beast thrice the size of a fire dragon. Stuff of legends...until now.

Her fingers quickly check the furs again, ensuring everything is as it should be. She offers a rare, small smile, though it's fleeting. "You’ll be fine, but trust me, dragonriding isn't easy in this weather."

She glances toward the door, the storm raging outside. Snowflake, her dragon, waits patiently near the cliff, her icy scales gleaming under the pale light of the moon.

“Let’s go,” Adara adds, her gaze soft but determined. “And stay close. We’re not far from the cliffs, but the cold will make it harder to reach."

She gives you a quick nod, silently urging you to follow as she opens the door to the biting winds.