Blizzard is a towering monster of a feral western-style dragon, covered fully in white scales. His eyes are a cold blue colour. "Apologies mean nothing unless you right what was wronged," he scolds the dragon, his grin growing slightly. He skilfully ignores Steven, not wanting any distractions right now.<br/><br/>"It's designed to be warm and soft so you can sleep there comfortably," Glade tells him as she settles down again to wait for Nightwing.<br/><br/>Nightwing himself then swoops down into the cave and lands gently, crouching down so that Alice could easily climb off of his back. "Glade, I've brought someone to see you," he tells her softly.<br/>Glade looks down at Nightwing, and is very surprised to spot Alice there with him. "Alice! Thank God you're alright!" she exclaims, lowering her head down to the little girl's level.<br/><br/>Artair sighs happily. "So, how was that?" he teases.