"You're beautiful," magic and wonder filled her as she reached out with a trembling hand. He lowered his head. To her surprise, he wasn't cold. His scales were cool and hard, but beneath them, he felt very warm.
He snorted, and Noelle giggled as a spray of soft snowflakes floated over her. He moved suddenly, and she stepped back, loving the way he stood tall with his wings open and lifted his head to the sky.
The Dragon rumbled, and from his mouth, he shot out a line of what looked like white fire, like lightning. It was beautiful. Noelle clapped her hands and laughed out loud.
More snow fell, and she spun round and round like a child. She threw her head back and caught some snow on her tongue. A moment later, she was caught in his arms as he reached out to her. He was a man once more.
