Sunbeam Lair frigid

So this happens every winter, Zennyo? She inquired of the dragon-god, who sat upon a rock, watching with quiet amusement at Airi's movements. She leapt, making four points in the snow, trying to stay withing the divets she had already made. 

As it does: snow, it is called. It is like rain, but colder. Fluffier. There is ice as well. It is slippery; and then it could be weak, and break. The dragon-god rumbled. It can warp the land around it; the trees. Some trees are wea-,

Both froze as they heard the break of a limb, then the crash of a branch in the snow. Zennyo disappeared as Airi trotted towards the sound, curious but not urgent.