Quinn ventured to the Freljord and threw Valor off of her back. "You are being a pest, I'm leaving you in the cold." Knowing full well that he'd just fly back to her she ran away very quickly and found a bunch of tunnels where Valor couldn't sense her. In response, he flew up higher and higher, until he saw a cave in the distance "Oh hey! My girl!" He cawed as he flew straight towards the entrance.
The wind was cold that day, so cold that the Cryophoenix was surprised when she peered out her cave entrance to see a being winging its way towards her. Anivia sometimes had the few winged survivors of the extreme cold visit, but this one was far larger…and of a different colour-
She didn’t speak until the Demacian Eagle landed in front of her. “Valor. A pleasure.I take it Quinn is not far behind?”
"I love to fly over the Solari…" He said, "They worship the sun… so it’s always warm over there…" He then trailed off, immediately worried that Anivia wouldn’t like flying in the sun because she was made of ice. Hopefully he didn’t look too panicked.
"The warmth, you say? I must admit I have never travelled to Mount Targon. I always felt that my presence was needed in Freljord. I think that, without the Institute, I would no doubt have spent my existence in the Ironspike Mountains, and within Freljord’s borders." Anivia nodded decisively. "And no doubt I would not have had the pleasure of meeting you."