Climbing higher yet, you find that the altitude is getting to you and manage to find a patch of thick brush to be violently sick in. Afterwards, you feels a bit better but your head is spinning and you don't feel as if you should be this high. Looking around, you find a flat rock to settle yourself on. Reclining against a stunted tree you close your eyes. But not for long because a shadow falls over you.

   Glancing up you are treated to the dubious pleasure of viewing the under belly of a dragon close up. You could reach out and touch the smooth white skin as it passes you by and finally ends. The dragon turns over and, seemingly enjoying itself, barrel rolls multiple times above your head causing you to wince and cower each time its snow white hide descends toward you.
    "It's a lovely day for a fly!" She calls down to you, eyes glinting with the pleasure of being alive.
     You're not quite sure you agree and your stomach heaves at the thought of those barrel rolls. You simply nod, afraid to open your mouth. The dragon hovers motionless above you in a way that should be impossible even with her wings. She tilts her head and regards you thoughtfully.
     "You seem a bit pale." She observes. "If you're not feeling well you could visit the mountain spring. It's sad to have healing qualities. Not that I would know, I haven't been sick a day of my life."
      And with these as parting words she suddenly shoots up into the sky like a rocket and disappears. Not into the clouds, for you are above the clouds, she just simply winks out as if she had vanished into a hole in the sky.  You decide to find that spring.

Species: Whorling
Gender: Female
Name: Dusk on Snow

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