Blizzard didn’t want to wait, he was eager to move on from this island. He shook the ice from his scales and stood- as white as the layers of snow that had settled upon the earth but his back was warm and his insides full of fire. A little bit of cold wouldn’t stop him here. He folded his wings, waiting for her to situate herself on his back with her usual inexperience. Perhaps a saddle had been a good idea at least then she would know where to place her rear without debate. Forward from the base of the wings- it was that easy. Blizzard was tempted (not for the first time) to bow his head and let her fall forward. It had some extra appeal with a soft layer of fresh snow but he restrained himself, regal and poised, even when one of her frumpy human feet knocked him behind the ear. After what felt like several minutes he recognized her readiness and dug his feet down against the stone for a smooth take off. He was grown enough to know that launching from shifty snow lead to nosedives. 

The air remained chilled as they traveled, all the warm currents flowing south- away from their destination. It was not difficult for him to stay warm pumping his wings against the occasional gust but about an hour in (despite this fact) he shot his plasma into the sky, a wave of fire blowing out from the miniature explosion and he skirted beneath the flames- close enough for them to feel the heat without physically touching the element. They came closer to the sea, the waves churning with unease though the sky had since cleared and a reflection of his white hide buckled across the surface among beams of moonlight. He considered feeding but the weather had unsettled the fish, sending them deeper, out of reach.

He lifted them higher once more, continuing north.