The winged creature flew through the air, dipping this way, swaying that way, and just generally gliding through the air. He didn't seem like he was doing anything, at first, and then he sort of let out an echoing draconic howl. Okay, he was definitely up to something, because he was calling out to other dragons, it seemed. Was it mating season or something? Wait, he was doing something with his mouth... It was a sort of gathering of frost...
"Well, I don't think he's gonna burn anything."
Silver Dragons enjoy another kind of breath altogether. They are partially born of ice dragons, so more than likely they have ice breath, instead of fire. This one was making something, a big hail-stone. A...big ice ball? Other dragons - young dragons of different types - answered the call and flew out there. And there, the Silver Dragon lobbed the ball up and whacked it with his tail. This was...a game! Almost makes you want to watch... However, Travis, mindful of the fact that this was also a good time to move along, said so.
"C'mon, they're occupied. We can find whatever people are up here and take our rest with them. Who knows? They might even have Adelans up here."
That was their cue to follow dem footsteps.