The pale flurries continued to fall, making the city even whiter than it was. A small snowbank shivered as a green head poked out, the Slepyheart climbing out the snow. She sneezed, her breath like frost as she hobbled over to the sidewalk, shivering. Gilette looked around at the blinding whiteness, as she sneezed again. Maybe this meant a white Christmas?
Spotting a cafe, the little dragon wandered over to it, managing to open the door as she slipped inside. Gilette sighed in relief at the warm air coursing through the building, and she slowly stopped shivering. There were only a few others here, the place not being very crowded on such a snowy day as this. Spotting a couch, she hopped up on it, curling up in a corner. A second ago she'd been freezing, but now it was so warm...
She yawned, at the brink of falling asleep.