"I am fond of that scent as well," she tells him, snuggles close. "And the sound of rain, provided I am not getting soaked to the skin."

She idly preens the feathers near his shoulder. "I tasted lightning and storm with my first breath, the wind was howling and lightning tore the sky open. My scales do not mind the rain, but I was frozen with wonder and terror at the world around me."