Moonspear you have ichor running through your veins

weather via weather widget: 34°F/1°C | snow showers; whomever snags this gets to witness drogon's first time in the snow. :P Edit. going to say this takes place on moonspear's borders

A light snow had begun to fall from the grey, overcast afternoon and Drogon’s breath leaves his lips in small plumes of steam that writhe in the air before they dissipate. He is left bewildered and yet, in awe of the chilling white substance that falls from the sky. It is quiet, peaceful, serene and it blankets everything it touches in a dusting of white. Yet, as he sets paw to ground and lingers he pulls it back to discover that it’s melted into water upon his paw pad — known also because he’s eaten some of it and found that it just dissolves to water in his mouth and that it lacks any distinct taste. It is frigid that much he does know and leaves him with a shiver after he’s scooped it boldly in his mouth ( it’s really a good thing snow’s not poisonous ). It is the first time that the self proclaimed tundrian has actually witnessed snowfall even if it is little more than a dusting. It’s enough to enrapture and captivate him as he stands out like a sore, stark thumb against the backdrop of the Spear and the snowfall that dusts it. His ears slick back to rest at half mast atop his skull as he thrusts his muzzle skyward to catch the flakes as they float lazily down, watching, transfixed, as they touch upon the ink of his muzzle, lingering for a few seconds before they melt into a fat raindrop.