Winter sighed all the poor human could manage was the word dragon before she eventually gave up and plopped onto the couch... it then slowly occurred to him that she might not have recognize him. He smiled watching her get up, she said dragon over and over again... and then a new word...'Snow'...  she was so funny sometimes, all those meaningless funny sounds, what would she think up next. The young dragon tilted his wintry head, he had never tried to communicate with a human before, frost dragons didn't use words, they passed on.... moving images sensations, such as smell, taste, touch and sounds... all telepathically... Winter had never tried contacting a human before firstly because he was a little bit scared as what they my say. He didn't understand them at all, and he figured it would be like having a some sort of crazed beaver prattle on about chewing wood or attempting to talking to a trout about what its thoughts were on certain the wind currents. It was just the sort of can-of-worms that you just didn't bother getting into as they had nothing in common and if you did manage to start something everybody would that much more confused in the first place.<br/><br/>But still... Winter was curious and she had been very nice to him so far.  However when she pulled the blanket down, Winter bulked in silent protest, what was she doing now?. He was cold, and she was now rubbing him down with a wet cloth! Touching him all over! There was plenty of warm sticky blue blood, but there were no wounds, it was another benefit of being able to shift between forms... the only draw back was he would be  stuck in this vulnerable and weak form until he was strong enough to shift back into his true form.<br/><br/>Normally in his dragon from he wouldn't have minded so much, but this human skin was so fragile and soft sensitive compared to dragon scales, it made him feel rather violated! But the soft gentle caress against his jaw line and her soft voice was so soothing he found impossible to be upset and he quietly nearly felt as if he would fall asleep right there......<br/><br/>And then their eyes locked. He had never been so conscious of her strange magical aura! it seemed to completely envelop him! His own sparkling misty white aura seemed to be pulled into the magical field that surrounded her! to most human eyes it was invisible but even a blind man would sense the electrical static charge in the air. Through Winter's eyes however he saw it all! the opposing magical fields that crackles and dances like twin flames melding together!.... but however bright and wondrous and terrifying as that was he couldn't look away from her eyes.... at that moment he would have given up all the shiny bobbles in his he had stashed in his cave to know what she was thinking or to hear her speak back to him.... he just wasn't sure how exactly go about doing it yet ...well he knew how, but it was rude to just start projecting images into some ones head....<br/><br/>When Cara got up and brought out the human clothes, Winter blinked, she was crazy! she wanted him to dress up like a human! Now that was just silly! He ignored the clothing, he wanted the blanket back thats what he wanted! She wasn't going to stuff him into those... what were those things? they looked to be very uncomfortable and restricting! But he was to tired to resist or argue... eventually he consented and he found himself being stuffed inside the things!<br/><br/>But the moment he tried to reach for the quilt she began rubbing him down again!  Winter let out an exported gasp! he was fine! he just needed to rest! But the crazy woman didn't seem to be satisfied until every bit of blue was washed from him... although at least she didn't trying to get any of the small sticky flecks out of his long wintry white hair, as he had a feeling that would be rather painful, he could get it out quite easily in the natural hot springs, which was not so far away... which was another reason why had become interested into the farm.<br/><br/>Then she went on again chattering away until the wind spooked her. He didn't need understand what she was saying, obviously she was sensing the approaching blizzard! He of course was not at all surprised or alarmed, he knew it was coming since last night... nobody was going to find any traces of those helicopters or the crew until summer...<br/><br/>Winter glanced upward as she pulled and gestured him to come over to the couch. He smiled and quickly pounced on his chance to rap himself back up into the quilt and curled up onto the couch. He was feeling much better now...although he couldn't wait to get out of the confounded garments she had stuffed him into. He smiled nervously over at Cara not exactly sure what to say or how to start.  He would start with some thing simple, like his name,  he really didn't have any words for his name... it was just ....a winter wind....<br/><br/>Winter smiled over at Cara and he lifted his hand touching her shoulder, and then pointed to his chest and imparted several images and sensations into her mind.<br/><br/>...... *A strong cold breeze that whipped across the tundra at the end of summer carried the scent of snow.....  Fresh snow.... the short sun cycle moving over the horizon during winter.... the wind whipping over the frozen snow drifts*.....<br/><br/>The young dragon smiled again and pulled a white strand of hair of his face and he waited to see how the human would respond.... he hoped she could communicate.