One night, as the Weatherdragon crossed the northern glaciers again, he felt something beneath the ice.

A slow heartbeat.

Not his own.

Curious, he descended through a crack in the glacier and entered a frozen cavern.

There, wrapped in ancient blue ice, lay the most beautiful dragon he had ever seen.

Her scales shimmered softly with the colours of twilight deep violet fading into silver and pale gold.

Even frozen in ice, she seemed full of quiet light.

As he looked upon her, something deep within him stirred.

Recognition. Completion.

As though a missing piece of the sky had suddenly returned.

The ice cracked softly as she opened her eyes.

The Weatherdragon knew her at once.

Not as strangers meeting for the first time, but as ancient memories returning familiar and undeniable.

This was his first love. The oldest love.

A love that existed before cities, before kingdoms, before even the first fires were kindled.

Evenfall.

Across ages of ice and time, they had been separated.

And now they were together again.

She rose slowly from the broken ice. Her wings unfolded like the evening sky.

She studied him carefully.

"My Love, I've been waiting," she said. "Did you wake the storm above?"

The Weatherdragon nodded.

"And the winds obeyed," she said.

"Yes," he said. "They always seem to."

A cold wind drifted through the cavern opening. It passed between them.

She listened.

Then she smiled softly.

"The wind remembers you."

He tilted his head slightly.

"What does it say?"

She stepped closer. Her wing brushed gently against his.

Two quiet words left her lips with all the love she possessed.

First Wind.

The Weatherdragon felt the sound of it move through him like distant thunder.

"The wind remembers me," he said, his gaze warm and steady, "but my heart remembers you."

She looked at him with ancient certainty.

Then she spread her wings toward the rising spring moon.

"Come," Evenfall said.

"Evenfall," the great dragon whispered as the two stretched for the sky towards the blood-red moon of springtime.

The Weatherdragon felt the broken thread within his heart grow whole at last, and together they climbed into the night sky.