Rime gazed at her reflection, distorted as it was in the fractured, algae-covered unmelting ice of the horrid place that she and her kin had been stuck in since before she had hatched. Her hide was pale, she knew that much, with even lighter splotches over her back and tail, and bold dark lines on her neck and throat. It gave an only slightly clearer indication of her appearance than the distorted reflection that the ice gave her in the cold place. Her gaze focu...
