The North Wind follows my lead; yes, I lead more powerfully than a noble, war-steed. Run, not I, but I sail through the skies! Oh, how I love the frigid gale underneath my broad, crystal-shard wings! How the scales dance with blue stones and facets of pure ice! Oh, how I love the Arctic sun on my snow-white back! The beautiful balance of the gentle sun and bitter winter breeds the life in my veins! When I pass through the gossamer clouds of light snowfalls, my two, glittering horns become bedecked with lovely, frozen droplets of diamonds untouched by man! They are studded with Zircon, see? The gemstones of my birth!
As I float over tundra and dance with the owls, snowy-white, I see sights far and wide, in places too cold for the fainthearted. I have gazed from Mount Everest, letting the cruel climate do its worse to my royal form. I have sailed over frozen lakes and seas, letting my silver claws clang as I playfully run them over the cold, glass mirrors. And when I pass over them, I see the wonder in which I was created! My face looks into mine; my sapphire eyes gaze back into mine; my wings outstretched, as if my own reflection was coming to embrace me! Beast I may be, but a glorious one am I! Dragon I may be created, but I am beautiful, a sure mark of the One that fashioned me!