Sleeping Dragon Getaway

She was officially aboard an emotional roller coaster. The previous days' fine mood took a sudden plunge this evening, for no apparent reason at all. Rather suddenly, Wildfire felt terribly distressed. She couldn't pinpoint the source—likely because there wasn't one—but she found herself pacing around the territory, figuratively wringing her hands. In fact, it got so bad that she began to cry, which startled and upset her into crying even harder. One might say she was a hot mess.

The perturbed and embarrassed Bandrona scooted in the direction of the den she shared with her mate, intending to hole up lest someone find her in this sorry state. She was forced to pause in the middle of her homeward dash when a rope of phlegm suddenly flew out of her right nostril. Wildfire went very, very still to avoid it swinging upward and sticking to her snout, then reached up a small paw to swipe it away.