Of Ice And Rain

Prologue-Meetings
She had been running through the swamps for days. Her legs hurt, her stomach hurt, and thirst burned through her tongue like a viper’s venom. But she can’t stop, she couldn’t stop. Too much was at risk if she did. 
Thundering wingbeats echoed behind her. The IceWing troops. her frills flaring in alarm. Her disguise started flaking off, dark brown scales being replaced by acid green. No no no! Stupid scales. 
She needed to be quicker. Glancing up at the sky, she scanned the horizon. The coast looks clear. I hope no one bumps into me. Her scales shimmered into camouflage mode, stormy grays and whites and just the hint of blue. She spread her wings, catching onto an air current. I hope I make it. RainWings aren’t made to be flying like this. They’re meant to glide swiftly from tree to tree, with rest stops in between and the nourishment of the rainforest fruit.
Oh how I’ll die for a taste of water. She swiveled her head back, glancing riskily to see if anyone was following her. This act caused her to drop slightly to another air current. With alarm, she flapped harder, quickly gaining altitude again.
She was approaching the desert now, the tawny gold of the sand a strip on the horizon. “Just...a…few…more…” she whispered. Few more what? Minutes? Hours? Days? The concept of time had blurred in these days, the only thing that reminded her was the passing of the sun and moons. 
She flew on, her wings now aching as if thousands of okapis had trampled over them. The expanse of the vast desert was growing closer, below her the mountains gradually disappeared, crushed by an invisible talon into microscopic golden grains and smoothed over the landscape.
What did Permafrost say? She wondered. Where were we going to meet again? She pictured his pale blue scales, his fierce green eyes, the way her heart stuttered as her own eyes met his. 
Her disguise was dropping again. Rose pink was starting to spread like juice from a crushed mango. Come…on! She thought weakly at them, trying to get them to shift back, but the pink was spreading. I’ll stick out from the sky like an eyesore now. I have to start running again.
She landed on the sand dunes, letting her wings take a rest and started running, despite the protest of her sore talons. White was already overtaking the pink now. Just a few…more…steps. She willed her talons to go faster, but her legs gave away and she collapsed into the sand. Just…can’t…yet. Permafrost… Her talons grasped desperately forwards, clutching piles of sand that disintegrated too easily, too quick, until the last of her strength gave away and stars exploded in her head, fading to comforting, alarming…black.
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She
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