[se] looks normal

Now hold onto me pretty baby

The dark woman's scientist mind was whirling as her father's training took over. Keeping her legs together but crouching over her high heels, Aviya swirled the parasol again. "Did you capture it?" She asked, not taking her blue eyes off the abominable snow creature. How did it not melt? What herald's or god's power was keeping it together? Dark eyebrows began to press together and besmirch her stoney façade. It wasn't like the dragons she knew other accepted to be bonded to, her parents and several of her siblings included. Aviya herself had never been given such a creature, but she wasn't bound to the dragoons as a path of pursuing strength, like some said siblings.

"I want to touch it." The darkling declared, one almond-shaped, glitter-pained fingernail tapping against the shaft of her parasol.

If you want to fly