Sleeping Dragon Amber

She had noticed a difference in the air lately, even if it had been mostly cleared after a day or two. Still, she has a cough, and while it isn’t enough to interfere with every day life, it had become a hindrance. It isn’t something she really pays much attention, unless it’s the occasional fit, and something she assumes will go away eventually. When Portia comes to the cave, where Thuringwethil is resting after a shift in the geyser watching the elk, she finds herself intrigued by the sudden demand.

A smirk forms on her muzzle as she steps a step out into the open space to look down at what Portia thinks she’s meant to eat right this minute. Thuringwethil licks at her lips—thinking the idea of honey will be a sweet treat, and then how she’d gotten it—but is ultimately pulled back to one main question: “why?”