Snowdragon

Of icicles and snowdragons […] Prizes were given for some of the best ice statues, which included a Hobbit and home, a lounging mermaid and a snowy-white dragon.

Other times, we’d make snowdragons, and snowhorses and a big pile of snowballs.

Dragon liked his new smaller snowman but it was still not quite right. So Dragon turned the snowman into a snowdragon. Dragon had a great time playing with his new snowdragon.

“Let’s do it,” said Jayden. “We can build snowdragons.” […] Then we spent the next hour: • Building snowmen. • Building snowdragons. (We used old gardening gloves for wings and twigs for claws.)

“This is the northern edge of the darklands,” said Hargoth. “We live all our lives in a state of siege. Anyone, anything, may come. Sometimes the great snowdragons, with the frost white on their wings and their hungry teeth showing.[…]”

In the sky a blizzard of mighty snowdragons wheeled in impatient spirals, their white riders eager to join the fray.

Mournfully, Barbara the Barbarian stroked the proud back of Fearless, while her six bodyguards tested their arrows and dreamed of riding through the snowy wastes of Barbaria on the backs of their snowdragons, wind streaming through their mustaches, cats meowing happily on their shoulders, flying back, back in time to a village that no longer existed.