Kildeer Rest you're the ocean and she's desperate to drown

Set a few days into the future.

Most mornings, for as long as she can remember, Thuringwethil wakes up alone. There are a few exceptions here and there but this morning, as she picks herself up, she doesn’t bother looking around for someone nearby. Since Sleeping Dragon’s genesis, she had spent nights near Gyda and occasionally with Wildfire and there had been a comfort she’d found waking up with someone nearby. She’d been able to separate that level of comfort from her loneliness so she hadn’t become attached but where her mind goes in times of rest, it isn’t enough.

Thuringwethil stretches her limbs and her paws hit the ground, but she doesn’t go to the borders like most mornings to check on everything. Instead, she searches in the dark hours of dawn for the play she can find @Wildfire sleeping. It is still early, the sun barely peeking through the horizon, and her nose lowers to gently caress the back of the girl’s neck until she wakes her.

“Come with me,” she murmurs once she rouses her from slumber, giving her a moment to get to her feet and gather herself before Thuringwethil turns into a relaxed trot.

With the girl in tow, and mostly in silence, Thuringwethil leads her out of the eastern border of the dragon and across the valley. She ignores any attempts at Wildfire attempting to find out where they might be going but she supposes, eventually, it’ll become more than obvious. There had been a worry that the famine wiped out the greenery enough that it may look different, but as the young leader arrives, the bed of purple flowers remain, surrounding by a beautiful bounty of green, as if it hadn’t been touched at all.