The dark blue dragon had grown quite a lot in the last twenty days, now easily towering over Jon. Winter was even taking almost all of the space in the small clearing around the pond. His scaly familiar then came closer and nudged Jon with his head. Jon rubbed his snout with one hand and scratched under his chin with another, eliciting a rumbling purr. As soon as he stopped, the dragon still nudged him and Jon reached out through the link only to be blasted by a strong desire to fly. Why was Winter still here and not in the skies if he wanted to fly?