“This reminds of home,” she hummed, letting the fire’s warmth wash over her. It wasn’t a surprising comparison - the heat of the canyonlands could probably outdo even the largest bonfire on most summer days, after all. He’d heard other visitors complain about it, sitting on the windy edges of cliffs to seek some relief in the form of the breeze. Those were the ones that never stayed long, he’d noticed.
“Yeah,” he hummed, leaning in as he agreed with her. She’d insisted on visiting here during the winter, for the festivities, which was a good idea. In theory. The cold was biting, and while her natural resistance as a white dragon might mean it didn’t bother her much, Damien was another story. Bred and raised in a desert, living in a heat-dried canyon… yeah, this place was a little much for him. “Why don’t we stick around here for a bit, then?”
[2 - Bonfire]