She steered Stormstrider as he spewed a torrent of purple fire, melting a small strip of ice below. It was slow to melt, unlike the wights, who quickly burned out like an oiled torch. Even Stormstrider seemed to dislike this fierce winter storm and tired more quickly than usual. Due to the poor visibility, she even had to stick close to the shore lest she got lost. It wouldn't do to be forced to land on the ice and sink into the freezing water while her drake was tired or to get lost around the frozen shore and be surrounded by wights when Stormstrider was too worn out to fly.