I shiver. “What is this place?” “Cold storage. It’s where we keep animal carcasses for the dragons to eat.” For some reason, I had assumed that the dragons ate oats and hay like the alicorns. Not a high point for me, intelligence-wise. “How do you keep the temperature so low?” His lips curve up. “How do you think?” Magic. Of course. Probably his, given his ability to wield ice.
