Cold.
All I felt was cold. I had a scarf wrapped round my face, with only my eyes peeking out, but still the wind chill was agonising. I looked to my right; Kerry did not look to be faring much better. She was chittering and holding onto Conner’s dragon as if her life depended on it. I knew how she felt. My fingers although in gloves, were completely numb, I kept losing grip of Blane’s scales because they were losing sensation. He kept mind linking, reassuring me we were close to Volsung, and it would not be too much longer. All I needed right now was a hug from my mate and a Starbuck’s, I knew the latter was merely a fantasy, although I thought what a killing a Starbuck’s would make on Dragoona. The dragons loved their tea and coffee.
Before we had left Dragoona, we had an emoti
