Sleeping Dragon there should be stars for great wars like ours

It's early when the Heda calls, and Portia is nearby. She had been spending the morning tree gazing, learning the different sorts of greenery that grew here in Drageda. She hadn't found anything out of the ordinary recently, but it was enough for her just to get to know her surrondings.

She moves quickly towards the call, her ears perking with interest. She arrives and bows respectfully, her tail low but wagging. "You called, my Heda?" she says, glancing towards the den.