Wings rustled in the early morning breeze as she sat outside the lair she and Aerendir now shared. Fate, fate had been there that day at the Inn when the white dragoness dappled with patches of pale blue laid eyes upon the silver male.

Aerendir.., he was the first she had seen since her rebirth, and he had tugged on her heartstrings. This.., this was what it felt like to love, to be loved, the feeling was warm, but not uncomfortably so.

She had asked him, usually it was the other way, the male asking the female, but her heart swelled as he accepted the question, he was now her mate, her heart.

They now shared a common bond, and she had moved into his lair, not taking up as much space as possibly her sister, her horde was, well really not all that much, a few gems from her sister for a start.

The gems though meant very little to her, and she looked back into the cavern where her mate lay soundly sleeping, a smile upon her snout,

Avalanche was finally home.., and at peace.