Snow was more then depressed she was lonely. She was sitting outside the den her white scales glimmering in the sun light as she warmed herself. She looked up towards the clouds and gave a sigh. Slowly she stood on all fours and spread her wings to lift her to the sky above. She flew softly, slowly, practically floating like a feather. She drifted into the clouds like a mask they blended in with her until only her steel blue eyes and pink patch on her chest were all to tell her apart.