At Vera's touch, a thin layer of ice started to coat the dragon's wings. Nothing seemed to be coming out from Vera's fingertips or palm, but the ice had just appeared as if it had been there all along and was just waiting for Vera's touch to be visible.
Everyone, including Vera herself, watched in awe as Sweetie started to tone down on her shrieks. Her massive body slowly relaxed on the ground as if a huge knife had finally been pulled out from her chest.
Once the ice had spread and coated the entire left wing of the dragon, Vera lifted her gaze back to Azure. Her eyes were asking him what she should be doing next. Should she take her hand off Sweetie now? Or should she wait a little longer?
Azure did not make any movement or sound and Vera did not know why, but she had a strong thought that it was a 'not yet'. She seemed to be instinctively able to understand what the dragon wanted to say to her most of the times.
