I stared at the clouds, the bright silver moon shining brightly, illuminating the dark sky. Winter sat next to me, our wings brushing together. I felt a little spark of happiness. I used to be so unsure of myself, and what I was going to do, and what other people thought of me. But when I'm with Winter, it feels like I can be myself. He makes me feel perfect, like there is nothing bad about me. When I'm around him, I can't think about anything else.

"Are you ok?" Winter's voice jolts me out of my stupor, and I look over and smile at him.

"Of course," I reply, "Why?" 

He shrugged. "You were staring off into space again." He grinned. "You seem to do that a lot, when you're with me."

It's my turn to shrug. "I was just thinking," I say.

"About what?" He asks, and I feel my cheeks grow warm with blush. 

"Ummm," I say, and Winter laughs, twining his tail with mine.

"I think I can guess." He said, touching his snout to the top of my head. 

I sigh, leaning into his icy scales. He places a cold wing around me, pulling me closer to his side. I close my eyes, breathing in the fresh night air. Winter leans his head on mine, making me smile. 

"You're perfect, y'know." He said, and my heart fluttered wildly. "You really are."

I try to think of some sort of reply, but I come up empty. 

He gives a small laugh, and I look up at him, his ice-blue scales glinting in the faint glow from the stars. I can't stop staring, and I think he notices.

"What," He asks, tilting his head. 

I blush, smiling almost dreamily at him. "Nothing." I say in a voice that sounds nothing like my own. 

He scoots over a little bit. "What's going on with you?" He asks, eyebrows raised. 

"Nothing!" I say, a little too quickly.

Winter narrows his eyes at me. "Moon," He says, his voice quiet. "What's going on?"

I look down at the ground. "Nothing!" I say, my voice quivering. "Seriously." 

Winter sighs, obviously not convinced. His wing isn't around me anymore, and he's sitting so far away I can barely feel the icy feel coming off his scales. My heart starts to flutter crazily, just looking at him. Butterflies fill my stomach, and suddenly I feel trapped in my own skin. I stand up quickly, shaking myself off, but the trapped feeling doesn't go away.

"Moon? Whats wrong?" Winter's eyebrows are furrowed in concern, and I glance at him. The butterflies had just started to fade, but when I look at him, they start all over again! What's happening to me?

"Nothing!" I say again, my voice squeaky and high. "I..ummm...have to go. Do something. Bye!"

I spread my wings and fly away, going as fast as I can away from there. My heart slows down, and I can feel the blush fading from my face. I sigh with relief, spinning a few times in midair. I circle back to JMA, setting down softly on the top of the mountain. Winter is gone, and for once, I'm glad to be away from him. But at the same time, I want him near me. Life is confusing. A familiar tan dragon peeks his head up. 

"Hey, Moon." He said, pulling himself out of a little hatch and coming over to me.

"Hey." I say, not looking at him.

He clears his throat, one talon tracing nervously in the dirt. "Listen, Moon-" I stop him when I bury my face in his shoulder, tears streaming down my face.

"What's wrong?" he asks, wrapping an arm around me. I look up at him. 

"I don't know," I say, sniffling. "I was with Winter, and I was happy, but then I started to feel all weird inside, like there were butterflies in my stomach. And that's never happened before!" Qibli grins. 

"I know what this is." He says, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"What," I ask, nervous.

Qibli laughs. "You're in love with Winter." 

I stare open-mouthed at him. "No," I say, "I'm not in love with Winter."

Qibli raises an eyebrow at me. "Oh?"

I shake my head. "No way! Why would I be in love with the most amazing, handsome, perfect dragon ever? Sure, I like him, but...oh." Qibli grins at me.

"See? You're in love." He says, poking me with a talon. I smile at him. 

"I-I guess I am. Thanks Qibli." I give him a quick hug, then start towards the entrance to the mountain. 

"Where are you going?" Qibli calls after me.

"To talk to Winter!" I call back, and when I feel my heart flutter this time, I'm not afraid. I'm excited.