Princess Migraine dipped her claws in the ice-cold ocean, her reflection rippling into a distorted mess. Distorted. Her mind flashed to the Icewing dragonet. Her best friend. An absolute ice-eater.
The Icewing's scales shimmered like light flickering off a perfect glacier as she pivoted into flight, diving down into the freezing waters on the edge of the Sea Kingdom again. Her mission was simple enough. Find a conch shell big enough for her animus enchantment, and fly back home to safety.
Her talons twitched as she reached down for a shell, it's curved edges beautifully white with sand speckling the perfect image. She grasped it between her claws, her other talon smoothing off the sand. She was careful not to scratch the beauty off the smooth white masterpiece as she twirled out of the ocean again, her wings propelling her gracefully towards the clear blue sky.
She winged towards the Ice Kingdom, singing a soft tune as she flied around the edges of the continent, heading back towards her kingdom. Her mother, Queen Glass, would be pleased her daughter had finally started her project. Her mother loves her only daughter fiercely, but sometimes that dragonet would get on her nerve.
As she flew over the Great Ice Cliff, she brushed the wall, remembering the animus who had made it. Reflection. He had been Glass's grandfather, and had created the cliff because of the troubling times the Icewings were facing in his era.
The Sandwings had been attacking their southern border, although most of those who tried later on were buried in the snow, their bones slowly turning to ice.
Migraine gave a little chuckle at that thought as she swept into her room, her powerful wings folding in as her spiky tail rattled upon the floor, making small cracks that instantly fixed themselves due to an enchantment from an earlier animus.
Just then her mother entered. "You have it?" The question was raised into the air like a chill, and Migraine nodded, holding it out for her mother to examine carefully. "Perfect!" She cheered in praise, patting her daughter's head with her talon and smiling as she handed back the conch shell.
"Good," Migraine smiled. "Because I wasn't going back to get another one." Glass chuckled, and put her wing around her daughter.
"Ready to make your gift for the tribe!" She mused, spreading the other wing and raising her talon in a dramatic sort of way.
"Of course Mother," The princess bowed her head and headed over to her desk, ready to start on the dazzling idea that pierced through her ice cold brain.