Not knowing the human names for many of the islands- the mention of their current destination didn't mean much. He just tilted and drifted in the direction she pointed, flying on as countless stars looked on from the sky above. The spirits, for a time, seemed to smile upon them but the weather began to to take a turn for the worse. The winds picked up- brisk and freezing. Blizzard shifted his body with each powerful gust and he was clearly accustomed to flying in storms though that couldn't keep him from being jostled on occasion or the wind from tearing at Ava. It suddenly wasn't a very smooth flight. Ava's voice alerted him to how hard this was on her and his gaze darted through wild flurries towards the closest speck of an island. He really had to beat him wings to make any headway. Pounding at the air, tail fins strained to straightness. They descended by pure force, touching down on the island. He ran away from the coast where icy waves pounded against the cliff face and into the feeble shelter of a few bare brittle trees.
He circled a small patch of land, heating the stone with his fire and padding at it with his paws until it cooled down enough for Ava. With a small nod he got down on his belly and tipped her off of him- immediately spreading his wings and folding them over her, trapping the heat between them.
--
How could this happen?
He had forbid her but perhaps because of that he should have known she'd disappear like this. After all, bull headed vikings ran in the family and he hadn't listened to his own father when it came to doing what he believed to be right. A small sigh issued from him and he noticed Castiel was awake. "She went with Blizzard to find that flower." He stood up but then immediately stopped himself from pacing by busying his hands by wetting and wringing out the cloth. "I don't know what to do Castiel... I told her I would send someone else but she hadn't listened. She's not anywhere on the island... and the book is gone."