Post by Stellunas on Mar 15, 2021 22:20:55 GMT
This is a prose version of Frost's backstory! It's gonna get long. Get ready for some pining! And for the first part, we start with not Frost, but Blizzard!
---
Chapter One
---
Blizzard weaved her way through the trees, resisting the urge to run. It was a beautiful night— the aurora was out, teal ribbons waving across a starry backdrop. Looking up through the canopy, she could see the palace, not far away but not close, the starlight reflected on its icy walls.
The palace. She’d never be able to go in— her family wasn’t in the Circles, and to be honest, they didn’t have much contact with the outside world in general. Blizzard wasn’t supposed to be so close, she knew that her parents didn’t want her coming here. She’d be careful, though, just a quick peek, no getting caught, and then she’d head back, telling her parents all about what happened.
She grinned and started going faster—not running, she wasn’t stupid— enjoying the feeling of snow crunching beneath her talons. After a couple of minutes, sheran quickly walked into a clearing, the needles of the fir trees giving way to open sky. And across from Blizzard…
...was another dragon. An IceWing, to be specific, with pale blue scales, and flecks that were only a shade darker than pure white splattered across their body. The other dragon clearly saw Blizzard, and had frozen, staring at her.
Blizzard’s mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she decided to introduce herself. Maybe they wouldn’t get her in trouble, if they knew that she didn’t want to cause trouble.
“Hey!” she called, hoping that she didn’t scare the other dragon, “I’m Blizzard! What’s your name?”
The other dragon, who had looked ready to bolt, shifted into a less terrified (but still uneasy) stance. “Frost,” she said after a few seconds. “What are you doing here?”
Blizzard internally sighed a bit. She wasn’t ‘diplomatic’, per se, but! She liked to think that she was good at building bridges. She grinned, and said, “Oh! I’ve heard that the palace is really, really pretty— but I’m not noble, like, at all, so I’d never be able to go in the palace, but I thought, ‘hey, it couldn’t hurt to just go have a peek!’ So I snuck out—yeah, I know—and came here, to see it up close! I’m going to go back home as soon as I see it though, don’t worry.” Blizzard didn’t bother lying. What would the point be?
Frost had a slightly dumbstruck look on their face. They seemed to struggle with what to say for a few seconds before saying, “Uh. Well, I guess— I guess that’s okay?”
She narrowed her eyes after saying that, and continued, “If you’re telling the truth, that is. How do I know you’re not lying?”
Blizzard was briefly shocked by Frost’s reaction. Why would they suddenly go to that?
But she shook the feeling off and replied, “I guess you don’t! Anyways, why would I be lying in the first place?”
Frost seemed slightly taken aback by that answer. Slightly abashed, they said, “I don’t know! But you could be.”
Blizzard thought on that for a few moments. She wasn’t going to leave without seeing the palace, but Frost probably wouldn’t let her go. Quite a predicament. Then a thought came to her. Maybe…
“Well, if you think I’m lying, then you can take me to the palace! I won’t be able to do anything bad with you watching me.”
Frost appeared briefly surprised, before her face shifted into something more neutral. “Okay,” she said, “that works for me. But, if you’re caught, I’m not backing you up.”
Blizzard grinned, and started strolling towards the palace, her tail waving behind her. When she got to the other side of the clearing, she stopped, waiting for Frost, and saw them twist around to face her, one of their front legs in the air, before shaking their head and following her.
Frost was really pretty, Blizzard noted. Her scales reflected the aurora (when it could get through the trees), and her wings seemed to shimmer in the moonlight.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, Blizzard was starting to get bored. “So,” she said, hoping to start a conversation, “what’s it like in the palace? I mean, all sorts of things have to happen there, right?”
Frost’s head jerked up a bit, seemingly surprised, then answered, “Uh. Not… that exciting? I mean. There’s a lot going on, but I… mostly just have to make sure I do good on tests and don’t do anything too bad, and don’t really worry about anything else that’s going on.”
“That sounds… really boring. Do you at least have friends?” Blizzard might not have had many friends, but at least she could still go out and do stuff.
Frost paused, and Blizzard got the feeling that they were embarrassed about whatever they were going to say next.
“...no,” Frost said, “I don’t. Not really.”
That wouldn’t do, Blizzard thought. Frost seemed nice enough. Sure, they’d known each other for less than an hour, but that didn’t change anything. Besides, Blizzard wanted a friend, and Frost clearly needed a friend.
She refrained from saying so, because they were at the palace now. It was just as beautiful as she thought- bright and shining, the backdrop of stars and aurora letting the palace stand out.
“Woah,” she said. After a minute or two, she noticed Frost starting to pace. “What’s got you anxious?” she asked.
Frost’s head snapped up. “Uh— the longer we stay here, the more likely it is that a guard will come this way. You should… probably go.”
Blizzard nodded. That was important, not getting caught. Still…
“You know… you seem pretty nice. And you probably need a friend. Want to meet up again sometime? Two weeks, same clearing, maybe?”
Frost looked dumbstruck at the proposition. “Uh. Uh. I mean. I don’t—” she stammered. Then she sighed. “I guess so. Don’t tell anyone, though.”
Blizzard smiled, elated with herself. A friend, maybe, if she could figure out things they had in common, could figure out what to talk about.
“Great!” she chirped, “See you then!” And then she walked off, into the forest, excited for the next time they would meet.
---
Chapter One
---
Blizzard weaved her way through the trees, resisting the urge to run. It was a beautiful night— the aurora was out, teal ribbons waving across a starry backdrop. Looking up through the canopy, she could see the palace, not far away but not close, the starlight reflected on its icy walls.
The palace. She’d never be able to go in— her family wasn’t in the Circles, and to be honest, they didn’t have much contact with the outside world in general. Blizzard wasn’t supposed to be so close, she knew that her parents didn’t want her coming here. She’d be careful, though, just a quick peek, no getting caught, and then she’d head back, telling her parents all about what happened.
She grinned and started going faster—not running, she wasn’t stupid— enjoying the feeling of snow crunching beneath her talons. After a couple of minutes, she
...was another dragon. An IceWing, to be specific, with pale blue scales, and flecks that were only a shade darker than pure white splattered across their body. The other dragon clearly saw Blizzard, and had frozen, staring at her.
Blizzard’s mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she decided to introduce herself. Maybe they wouldn’t get her in trouble, if they knew that she didn’t want to cause trouble.
“Hey!” she called, hoping that she didn’t scare the other dragon, “I’m Blizzard! What’s your name?”
The other dragon, who had looked ready to bolt, shifted into a less terrified (but still uneasy) stance. “Frost,” she said after a few seconds. “What are you doing here?”
Blizzard internally sighed a bit. She wasn’t ‘diplomatic’, per se, but! She liked to think that she was good at building bridges. She grinned, and said, “Oh! I’ve heard that the palace is really, really pretty— but I’m not noble, like, at all, so I’d never be able to go in the palace, but I thought, ‘hey, it couldn’t hurt to just go have a peek!’ So I snuck out—yeah, I know—and came here, to see it up close! I’m going to go back home as soon as I see it though, don’t worry.” Blizzard didn’t bother lying. What would the point be?
Frost had a slightly dumbstruck look on their face. They seemed to struggle with what to say for a few seconds before saying, “Uh. Well, I guess— I guess that’s okay?”
She narrowed her eyes after saying that, and continued, “If you’re telling the truth, that is. How do I know you’re not lying?”
Blizzard was briefly shocked by Frost’s reaction. Why would they suddenly go to that?
But she shook the feeling off and replied, “I guess you don’t! Anyways, why would I be lying in the first place?”
Frost seemed slightly taken aback by that answer. Slightly abashed, they said, “I don’t know! But you could be.”
Blizzard thought on that for a few moments. She wasn’t going to leave without seeing the palace, but Frost probably wouldn’t let her go. Quite a predicament. Then a thought came to her. Maybe…
“Well, if you think I’m lying, then you can take me to the palace! I won’t be able to do anything bad with you watching me.”
Frost appeared briefly surprised, before her face shifted into something more neutral. “Okay,” she said, “that works for me. But, if you’re caught, I’m not backing you up.”
Blizzard grinned, and started strolling towards the palace, her tail waving behind her. When she got to the other side of the clearing, she stopped, waiting for Frost, and saw them twist around to face her, one of their front legs in the air, before shaking their head and following her.
Frost was really pretty, Blizzard noted. Her scales reflected the aurora (when it could get through the trees), and her wings seemed to shimmer in the moonlight.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, Blizzard was starting to get bored. “So,” she said, hoping to start a conversation, “what’s it like in the palace? I mean, all sorts of things have to happen there, right?”
Frost’s head jerked up a bit, seemingly surprised, then answered, “Uh. Not… that exciting? I mean. There’s a lot going on, but I… mostly just have to make sure I do good on tests and don’t do anything too bad, and don’t really worry about anything else that’s going on.”
“That sounds… really boring. Do you at least have friends?” Blizzard might not have had many friends, but at least she could still go out and do stuff.
Frost paused, and Blizzard got the feeling that they were embarrassed about whatever they were going to say next.
“...no,” Frost said, “I don’t. Not really.”
That wouldn’t do, Blizzard thought. Frost seemed nice enough. Sure, they’d known each other for less than an hour, but that didn’t change anything. Besides, Blizzard wanted a friend, and Frost clearly needed a friend.
She refrained from saying so, because they were at the palace now. It was just as beautiful as she thought- bright and shining, the backdrop of stars and aurora letting the palace stand out.
“Woah,” she said. After a minute or two, she noticed Frost starting to pace. “What’s got you anxious?” she asked.
Frost’s head snapped up. “Uh— the longer we stay here, the more likely it is that a guard will come this way. You should… probably go.”
Blizzard nodded. That was important, not getting caught. Still…
“You know… you seem pretty nice. And you probably need a friend. Want to meet up again sometime? Two weeks, same clearing, maybe?”
Frost looked dumbstruck at the proposition. “Uh. Uh. I mean. I don’t—” she stammered. Then she sighed. “I guess so. Don’t tell anyone, though.”
Blizzard smiled, elated with herself. A friend, maybe, if she could figure out things they had in common, could figure out what to talk about.
“Great!” she chirped, “See you then!” And then she walked off, into the forest, excited for the next time they would meet.