So, Prince Yonas has finally left the Dark Ice Realm and spirited himself up onto the snow field above. I told him he should leave a long time ago - stop taking orders from the hated Ungrik; his place as puppet ruler on the Dark Ice throne was meaningless anyway and helped to maintain their usurping influence. In all his life he has never seen the sun and to him the gloomy, cloud-filled sky must be dazzling.
I, Ceroia, the royal ice dragon was waiting for him when he emerged. He held up the Crystal of Snaa and I could feel its emanations. They make the ice-lines flow all around my body; a spirit-energy that invigorates and inspires me. I came sweeping in from the sky to find him on the High Mound with just a back-pack of his personal possessions, ready to quietly leave forever and live in the world of green and trees and fields he had only heard of at his grandmother's knee. I will take him as far as Charnath, where the Tundra begins, to the Earthen Throne, where his distant cousins will shelter him and help him to decide what to do next.
I'm not finished with that story. I will consider telling the story from the dragon's point of view, because she is the dominant character in this picture.
and in all truthfulness, it's more of a compliment to have it called silver rather than gold because silver is actually more valuable than gold.