Ava woke to have light shin to her face and was confused by it. What int he world was shinning like that? Blinking tiredly, Ava sat up and looked around, only to see Blizzard, pacing about and stretching out his wing, the morning sun reflecting off of his scales to give them a rainbow shine that bounced off into different directions. She stood up now and began to brush the sand off of her, silent for the time being and she walked over to the fire she had made the night before. Making sure it was put out by covering the wood with sand, she nodded to herself before walking over to Blizzard, making sure he saw the displeasure on her face. 

She knew she was holding a grudge and she shouldn't be, but she was. She hadn't liked how he treated her yesterday. whether he was angry at her or not, it wasn't right to just throw hr around like that. Standing in front of him, she crossed her arms, "Are you going to fly me or not? Because if not, I'll start heading off on my own." Not that she'd get that far. If the dragons didn't attack than her father would find her as it would take extensively longer for her to get home on foot and water(if she managed to build or find something sea worthy at all) than it would flying. But she also wasn't about to fly with him if he was going to act like he had last night during their flight. Putting hr hands on her hips, she waited for his answer, tilting her head to the side.