Cocanth's eyes slowly opened, those cloudy blind eyes gazing at nothing like always. The dragon was angry, he had bene trapped here for so long, so long to stare into darkness with nothing for ocmpany but whatever icicle he happened to make and his thoughts. Being a White Dragon, the male's cell was frozen over, utterly cold to suit him well. 'I hear things.. Syrine, can you see the sunlight? Are you flying high in the sky my sister?' Cocanth's mind wandered to the younger sister whom had died at the hands of humans years ago.<br/><br/>Sweet Syrine had been such a beautiful White dragoness, her voice alone had made Cocanth so happy, and now she was gone and Cocanth could no longer see the Sunlight, or even feel the cold wind on his scales. All he had were his thoughts.. but wait.. What was taht feeling.. He moved slightly, chains rattling in response, joints creaking. What was out there? He felt something, but what?