Kimberly
He limped along, eyes scanning the snow below him as his scents of pine infiltrated his nose, making it harder to smell easy prey. He wasn't injured, rather dragging his right talons on the snow below, trying to uncover secrets held hidden, for even a carcass would be a prize. His wings tucked evenly beside as a wind whirled up, bristling the trees above him with such grace even when the branches started to creak, announcing its old age, and Iceberg breifly mused whether or not the trees had been touched by hot embers during the scorching. He shook his head, spines rattling as a fear clasping at his throat as he remembered what he had lost in favour for victories. He took a step back, his striking yellow eyes darting up the tree. His stomach gurgled, announcing his hunger and a helpful reminder to focus on now and his needs. Hunger distracted from his fears- so on he went, trudging through the snow with a limp to his foot and slightly tense shoulders- a hint of cautious nature to his awareness.
Elaine
The thick green storm of evergreen encased Iceberg in a makeshift room where branches dense with needles acting as walls that stretched from the sky downward- branches drooping towards the floor from the weight of fresh snowfall - occasionally, chunks of compacted ice crystals would drop from the branches where they were thickest and hit the ground with a harsh *Thud*- in a forest as this as this, it was unnerving, but also somewhat comforting- like raindrops of a glass window on a spring afternoon... The forest itself was empty besides the trees that had only claustrophobic tunnels beneath their branches - only enough room for a single dragon - and each time a snowball hit the ground from the trees- it sounded vaguely like the sound of footsteps. 

Calve was out and about- another moment of respite all to himself... It was funny how often he made these little outings as of late- he wondered what they meant for him - was he "Peopled out"? Or was being the head of the Ice Palace finally wearing on his mind like wind erodes sculptures made of light, fluffy snow like the ones he used to make during his days as a dragonet. . . He had almost forgotten about those times- though never was the time to lament on the past, it was time to step forward into the future he had carved for himself like the finest ice sculpture the kingdom had to offer- and so he pressed forward, talons crunching in the fresh snow, and his tail swaying left and right as he walked, his head held high with a sense of unkempt pride he could never shake even when he was alone- as he walked his tail moved behind him on the ground, leaving a winding shape like one a serpent might leave in the sands of the golden dunes.

Then he came upon a clearing- one opened straight up to the sky where blankets of grey kept the harsh sun from melting the snow... Despite the potentially dreariness - the sight of the undulating great folds brought a sense of comfort, not dissimilar to the kind of comfort a rainy day with a nice bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich might bring- oddly homie despite being out in the depths of the wilderness - the sound of Iceberg's approach was distinct - compared to the sounds of falling snow there was a pattern that could be identified by his keen sense of hearing that caused the spines on his neck to raise as his curled his head towards the source of the sound - instinctively opening his wings to increase his presence which was only intensified by his colors that could only be described as glacier blue meets the most golden ray of sunshine in all of Pyrrhia. He certainly looked the part of being in a palace if nothing else.
Sherry
He limped along, his talonsteps irregular as he peered at the trees, stopping for a moment to sniff at a rodents trail leading to a trunk, bowing his head down to peer at the routes dug into the frigid earth before a rodent of some kind hissed at him, trying to claw his face with sharp claws. With swift movements, he staggered back, hissing indignantly- stepping back and biting the air as if to insult the critter which had long since gone. Grumbling, he had his head down low, the hunger gnawing at his stomach as he moved, now without a limp but tail dragged nonetheless. The sky was dismal from what was filtered from the endless pine needles. He hadn't given the weather much notice, really, as he trudged on. Who cares about the clouds in the sky? As long as there was light, he could keep moving- to where, he didn't know. But it was the only thing to do, to survive until you can find what to live for. Atleast- something that didn't induce fear and cause disruption.

As snow crunched under his talons, he suddenly stopped, some instinct pulling him away from his thoughts and into now. A paralyzing fear overtook him, his limbs frozen to the snow he touched, wings slightly outward as he looked up seeing a regal, composed IceWing who looked almost snarling- in his mind- anyway. His strained, yellow eyes merely looked up at the stranger with only one thought: *He knows.*
Elaine
Calve looked the stranger over for a few moments, taking a few bold steps forward and to the left so that the side of his body faced Iceberg- The butler had never expected to find someone out here- though- that seemed to be a sentiment he held for most places- perhaps the Ice Kingdon's population had grown a great deal since he last read a scroll or book on the matter- he thought to himself. As he spoke his voice was suave, warm, and somewhat inviting as he held out a talon and did an exaggerated bow to the younger dragon. "My my- I didn't take it I'd be finding company in the great evergreen forest on a day like this.~" He softly chuckled, raising an eyebrow at Iceberg who seemed on the brink of baring his teeth. "Is there something wrong? Surely *I* Didn't frighten you- I assure you have nothing to fear- though perhaps I should drag you back to whatever classes you're skipping out on?" Calve chortled softly- clearly joking, but there was an odd seriousness in his eyes that suggested otherwise.

"Ah, forgive me- I haven't graced you with my name and title- My name is Calve, and perhaps you know of my position in Hyperborean's palace as the head butler. Apologies if we've met before- I see so many faces, it's hard to keep track, especially when there's student visitors." Calve took note of the faint scratch on Iceberg's snout- and with the scent of one of the forest voles on his face- and the alerting sound of a hungry belly, it was easy for Calve to put the pieces together so they fit together like the most magnificent puzzle. "How quaint- coming to the forest to grab a bite to eat I see." Something about Iceberg was- off, he was young, not in school, he was hungry if not sickishly slim- and not in a city- he wasn't sure if he ran into an outclaw in the making or one of the most unfortunate members of their little society- regardless he wanted to keep playing the part of the unobservant, ignorant, if not vain member of nobility. "If you need some help, I'd be happy to assist- catching them isn't hard-" He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Though I suppose I have one of the most unlikely teachers regarding the matter- perhaps it's a story for another time- or at least once you get something to eat. Why don't you come with me? I promise I don't bite- that'd be poor manners, and manners happen to be my field of expertise.