The mysterious woman said dragon several more times and the prattled on about something else, well she almost was getting the game right....Humans were so strange, and this one was the curious of them all.   Winter's bright inquisitive eyes lit out as he peered around the small cabin! What wonderful, wonderful shiny things there were! and magic traces of it everywhere!  Even some the of the furniture seemed to glow faintly from the mysterious human's aura. His eyes fell on the fire place! Fire! his claws clicked on the wooden porch excitedly, as he swiveled his head back and forth the fire the glowing glass! It was just as strange and wonderful to him as the Royal Borealis up in the sky! Only this! This he could touch see and hold! He wanted to touch them!...... Maybe they were tasty!<br/><br/>Suddenly Winter began increasingly aware of the mysterious woman's touch! The magic she was emitting purely by her aura against his soft scales making him tingle all over and soon he was momentarily distracted by what was happening outside than what inside.  The young dragon quickly popped his head out of the cabin and slowly angled away his front two claws on the stair while the rest of his long lithe body remained on the deck... his long tail poised and ready to break bones, and ready to fight! while at the same time he had angled himself toward the stairs for a quick getaway. Winters bright yellow eyes darkened into a dangerous foreboding hot orange like two smoldering iron rings being pulled out of a forge.<br/><br/>She had not hurt him, or attempted to weave any threatening magical threads that he was aware of yet. But her touch was strange, some part of him felt confident if he wanted to he could slice her to pieces if she posed a threat... another part of him wasn't so sure... she didn't seem be afraid in the slightest, which meant she wasn't so smart or that she wasn't as harmless as she appeared to be... she almost seemed just as curious of about him than he was about her.  The young dragon's craned his long neck upward watching her with fascination, part of him had actually liked the strange warm magical tingling feeling running over his scales... but part of him was a bit apprehensive as well.<br/><br/>Winter's claws crunched into the crisp snow as the rest of his shimmering white body moved gracefully down into the snow. But just as it looked as he were about to leave the young dragon's long graceful frame circled back around in a loop.... his long tail just now sliding off the last steps of the stairs and moved to rest in front of him. He wasn't leaving, he was just creating space so that he could if he wanted to. Winter knew if she had the intent of harming him, she could have many times and he had been quite vulnerable poking his head inside the house, she had also chosen to scare off the helicopter... so she obviously wasn't scared of him nor did she want to hurt him... the trouble was he really didn't know what she wanted.... humans, they were strange creatures, he didn't understand them at all.<br/><br/>White mist billowed out of his nostrils! and his jest swelled.... just when it looked liked he was a going blast her with his wintery gail and send in her thermal shock. Winter turned his head away and cracked open his jaws and began breathing the out slow steady stream of liquid nitrogen into the deep snow creating a rounded crescent shape of solid frozen ice, just a few feet away from the path from the cabin to the large barn. The young dragon thrummed happily as he pranced about into the deep snow and circled himself around three times inside the center the of the solid ice ring packing down the soft snow down beneath his feet, before plopping himself into what appeared to be crude nest! Once he was comfortable, Winter glanced back over toward Carra. The young dragon tilted his head to the side, his eyes had turned back to more a bright friendly curious yellow.<br/><br/>It was time for a new word game, he thought... she had spoken another word several times...perhaps he would humor her a little.<br/><br/>"Clara," he said, almost singing the word in a melodious growl, he hadn't fully grasped the meaning of the words, or even identified that it was her name. "Clarrr-Raah," he repeated the word more slowly and a deeper low rumbling growl, playing with different tones and pitches.