Winter thought the grandpa dragon's words over and decided he probably knew what he was talking about. She gently gathered up the snow filled, Evericed dragon figurines and walked in her compact form, afraid of accidentally smashing them if she transformed into her real form. She headed towards the crystal shop, weaving among the other dragons to get there. She was halfway in the door she saw the shop owner, and felt a tug at her memory. A name came to mind and she walked toward the woman, a puzzled look on her face.

"Lucatiel?" She asked. She recognized her, but from where? She fumbled as she lost her grip on her Everice figurines and scrambled to keep them from smashing on the floor. She swore as the snow baby smashed and scattered snow across the floor. She looked at it mournfully. That was the best one she recaled creating. It had been perfect. From the pert little mouth, to the almost microscopic eyelashes and the tiny fingers on its hands. [i]Dammit,[/i] She thought. [i]I really liked that one.[/i] She swept up the snow and dusted it onto the remaining adult dragon and the half hatched dragon egg figurines.