When winter refuses to end its turn, the dragons weep for the warmth of the sun; they cry with loud voices in want to end the dreariness of the season. So from deep within the land she emerges, hearing the cries of her fellow dragons, the sun following behind her and with each step the snow shrivels away. Primavera has arrived to battle her long had rival and bring life back to a desolate land. "Winter cannot withstand the call of spring, try as it may to cover the land with icy crystals, spring will tear through it and drive winter away." The dragons say as they wait in anticipation. The battle ends, and on the horizon a figure stands: her plumage bright and alive it calls in the birds, her scales warm and inviting call the animals out of their dens, and her roar clears grey skies turning them bright blue.

At long last spring has arrived.