Far to the north, he met Borealis.

Borealis was slender and graceful, her scales shimmering with shifting colours like the northern lights themselves. Ribbons of glowing green and violet light drifted constantly across her wings.

She moved almost silently through the polar sky.

A violent blizzard raged across the tundra below.

Snow swirled across the frozen plains where a herd of caribou struggled through deep drifts.

The Weatherdragon lifted warmer air into the storm while Borealis cooled its northern edge.

Gradually, the blizzard loosened its grip and drifted eastward.

The caribou continued their long migration across the frozen land.

Borealis hovered beside him beneath the glowing aurora.

"You are searching for something," she said.

The Weatherdragon looked out across the endless ice.

"Yes."

"But I do not yet know what."

The cold wind moved between them. It carried a faint sound through the air.

Borealis listened.

Then she turned back to him, wonder in her eyes.

First Wind, she said softly. You have returned.

The Weatherdragon frowned slightly.

"I do not remember such a name."

Borealis smiled gently.

"The sky remembers more than we do."