One winter, after one of those ancient heartbeats, something unusual happened.

At first, the Weatherdragon thought it was a distant echo of his own heartbeat, and yet it felt like something else. The Weatherdragon stirred.

Just slightly.

Something more like a feeling than a tremor moved through the ice.

But it was so faint it hardly seemed real, like the distant memory of thunder long after the storm had passed.

The ice and the dragon settled again.

And the cavern returned to its endless quiet.