It took several passes to find Greenshire. On low terrain and surrounded on all sides by steep hills, the snow had piled up nearly to the low rooftops, and a thick blanket of white hid those, too. The small village looked hardly larger than a broad lump from the air.
The snow was too deep for Vica to walk over when the dragon alighted upon the ground. His massive weight had him sinking through the soft powder instantly, and she waddled off his wing and fell face-first into it herself before realizing that making her way deeper in was going to be impossible. Not unless she blasted a path through it all for herself, that is, but she was loathe to do that when she had no idea how it was going to affect her dormant magic lying in wait underneath it all. From the fields to the town itself, al
