"A day or two," Phina lied, not wishing to tell too much about herself. Her entire mission relied on being secretive, and she couldn't mention just anything about herself. For all intents and purposes, she needed to be incognito herself. Seraphina sighed, a massive cloud of  steam being produced from her ridiculously warm breath. She was already beginning to hate Adarla.

"We should hurry. I believe the local fortune tellers or something foretold a snowstorm." Dragons were of the belief that fortune tellers/prophets were all superstition, so Seraphina truly took that forecast for a grain of salt.