I guess you could call this a part two...

This is, once again, an entry for Mews' Valentine's Day special (Adopt book)

ICE ICE BABY!!!!!!!!!

Scandiacus growled with annoyance and rattled his spikes  irritatedly. His parents, the advisors of Queen Snowfall, were pretty annoying. 

Sure, it was cool, but did they have to make such a big fuss about it? A 'huge ice sculpture in the middle of the frosted pavillon'? At least they had agreed to let him go the plan out the statue, or they'd probably have requested a huge portrait of him or something. Ugh, that sure would've been embarrassing! 

The young noble huffed and shook out his wings after landing on the icy surface in front of the ice sculptor's hut.

Scandiacus studied the small cabin thoughtfully.

Huh. I thought the sculptor was second circle, why would they live here if they had the chance of residing in the castle along with the royal family?

The Icewing snorted and pushed through the polar bear furs draped over the entrance to keep the cold from getting into the shack.

Inside, it was satisfyingly warm, but still airy and light, despite the fact of the den being made partially of ice and out of wood. 

He cleared his throat, wanting to make his presence known.

The beaded strings separating the front room from the main room clinked as an Icewing stepped through them and into the light reflecting off the ice walls.

Scandiacus was breathless.

He hadn't expected the professional ice sculptor to be a female! 

Bright, curious grey-green eyes studied him curiously.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

The noble cleared his throat hurriedly before answering in a crisp, cool tone:

"You must be Pigeon. I'm Scandiacus, first circle second place. I believe you already have been informed of my arrival"

Her eyes glittered mischievously. 

Was she making fun of him?!?!

The young noble straightened his posture, tipping his chin up.

"Ah, yes. You're the one whose parents wanted a giant ice sculpture?"

"Yes."

The ice sculptor let out a light chuckle. Her eyes glinted in the greenish light, giving them the illusion of being chips of grey-green ice.

She tilted her wings slightly, signalling for him to follow her. 

The sunlight caught her wings at an angle, sending kaleidoscopic patterns chasing across the walls, flickering green and turquoise.

Pigeon turned her head around to look at him, her eyes once again getting that mischievous look.

".....Are you coming or not?"

Her voice was light and joking and sent a shower of snowflakes whirring around his heart.

"I-I'm coming!"

Did I stutter?!

He pushed through the curtain of beads, sending them into a flurry of tinkers as the smooth, cold material clinked against his scales.

The back room was very grand. 

Light entered through various small holes in the ceiling that were, when you looked closer, just very thin layers of ice. 

Furs were spread out on the ground, making the room look rather like a comfy rest room than a workspace.

Ice statues were all over the room, scattered around in an organised chaos. 

They were different, charming little pieces of art, hand-carved by delicate talons and a sharp eye.

In one corner ,(if you could say that, since it was rather a dome), there was a desk with small blocks of ice and little tools on one side and paper and charcoal pencils on the other.

Pigeon gestured for him to sit next to her on the furs, which he gladly accepted. The long flight had been very tiring. Besides, when did you get the chance to sit next to a very beautiful ice sculptor?

He settled into the furs and immediately wanted to bury his snout in them.

They were so soft and fluffy and warmmmmmmmmmmm (yep I was writing this in bed)

Pigeon studied his face closely, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking, and Scandiacus felt his scales heating up.

"So, do you have any ideas yet?", Pigeon asked, voice curious as if she couldn't wait to get started with a new sculpture. 

Scandiacus once again cleared his throat, a habit he'd developed when he was nervous.

The sculptors eyes glittered with knowledge.

"Aah, so that's how it is. I don't blame you, I'dve done the same thing. Should I help you get some ideas?"

"S-sure."

So then they started talking... (read this in an overlap/blending way)

"I was kind of thinking.."

"That would work..."

"So, what do you think?"

"That's actually a pretty decent idea.."

"HA! I told you!"

"..IF you wanted to have a giant ice sculpture of a walrus in the middle of the pavillon.."

"I....didn't think about that..."

"I can tell."

Somehow it was easy, being around her. Scandiacus could be himself, without having to worry about the rankings or being judged.

Every time she said something, whether it was a funny comment or a sassy remark, filled him with happiness.

Am I in love?

The sun set quickly, casting it's dying rays of flame across the Ice Kingdom.

Pigeon had been sitting at her desk for ages.

Scandiacus enjoyed watching her plan out the sculpture that they'd come up with.

The young noble was comfortably settled on the furs, his eyes following Pigeon.

~Pigeons' third person P.O.V. (I love this bab)~

Pigeon was focused on the design in front of her, studying it intently. 

Scandiacus wasn't the best artist, but his sketch was enough for her. 

She shifted her wings into a more comfortable position before glancing back at the paper. 

The layout wasn't the best either, but it'd do.

Pigeon arched her back and stretched her limbs, stiff from all of the sitting still.

She turned towards the handsome noble, opening her jaws to suggest that he'd sleep on the furs and leave the next day, but he was already asleep, head lolling to one side, curled up comfortably.

The ice sculptor checked the moonbeams falling into the small pool of water on one side of her study.

She had about seven hours left until daybreak.

The young Icewing tentatively stepped around her carvings and silently made her way outside.

To watch the stars again.

The snow crunched under her talons as Pigeon walked towards her favourite spot.

Icecarvers' daybreak.

Yes, it was a ridiculous name, but it described the spot perfectly.

She sat down in the soft white snow, patiently waiting for midnight.

Pigeon heard a sleepy yawn and Scandiacus let himself drop into the snow beside her, mumbling something.

He seemed to have fallen asleep again. 

Kind of adorable.

A bright light caught the corner of her eye and she sharply nudged the noble to wake him.

He opened his eyes blearily: "What is it?"

"Just watch.", she answered, her eyes trained on the sky.

Suddenly, it was illuminated by colour, beautiful hues of green, purple, blue, chasing each other in a neverending circle.

Scandiacus' breath hitched as he watched the miracle unfold.

Aurora Borealis.

Shimmering shapes danced through the sky, sending twirls of light bouncing off the icy surface of the frozen lake and shooting back into the sky, before cascading down in a flurry of fresh snow.

"Wow. That's...amazing."

Pigeon shifted nervously and that's when he realised he'd twined his tail with hers.

0\\\\0

Welp, that's kinda embarrassing..

The next couple of days passed in a flash, too fast for both of the young Icewings.

Scandiacus cleared his throat: "So, see you tomorrow?"

"Of course."

~A Little Time Skipsky~

The icy pavillon was crowded with dragons.

General Kaleidoscope (MY OC! NO STEALING>:[), Pigeons dad, had transported the huge sculpture the the center.

Scandiacus scanned the crowd desperately.

There! 

A familiar face was awkwardly making its' way towards him.

He grinned.

"How's my favourite ice sculptor doing?~"

Pigeon laughed and shot him a playful glare.

"Hey! I'm the only ice sculptor you know!"

"That's beside the point-"

~Yup imma impatient~

Evon pulled the white cloth from the clump of ice, revealing the sculpture:

An Icewing with feathered wings breathing out a jet of frostbreath that turned into another Icewing, reaching towards the first.

The ice glittered magnificently in the sunlight, sending small reflections bouncing of the guests' scales.

~Glitteryglitteryglitteryicewingglitterglitterstatueglitterglittery~

Scandiacus looked around for Pigeon.

He caught sight of a slim tail slipping away from the crowd.

The young noble smiled softly before following her.

Scandiacus found Pigeon sitting near the outskirts of the palace, gazing out onto the ocean with fascinated eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey."

Pigeon turned towards Scandiacus.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Once again, the Icewing found himself lost in her green-gray gaze, drowning in pools of jade.

"Yeah, it is."

Pigeon leaned into him, and he twined his tail with hers, watching the ever-lapping waves.

I don't care what comes-As long as I'm with her, nothing matters apart from treasuring this moment.