Imagery and Mood Practice Test

The snow fell in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the world in white. The sharp edges of buildings and fences softened. The only sound was the soft crunch of my own boots in the deep powder.

The dragon's scales glittered like a thousand emeralds. A plume of smoke, smelling of sulfur and hot metal, curled from its nostrils. Its roar was a deep rumble that vibrated in the knight's very bones.