Sleeping Dragon Unpredictable

The news of Gavriel's and Gyda's union settled some of the fire recently stoked in the Bandrona's breast. She couldn't really be sure but she chose to believe that it was the reason he had rejected her request, rather than a personal slight or a political statement. Perhaps he had already been planning to ask for Gyda's hand in marriage at the time. She hadn't, after all, given him any time or opportunity to explain. Although she still felt vaguely threatened by the former queen, Wildfire felt calmer than she had in days.

Taking advantage of her good spirits, the young leader set out early to enjoy a morning stroll. Wildfire tried to keep her mind clear, yet she couldn't help but start contemplating other possible donors. Dio was at the top of the list, then there were a few other eligible bachelors in the ranks. She wished she knew them better but with Gavriel's rejection, that had ceased to be of much import. She didn't know anyone, even the Wocha, as well as she knew and trusted the guardian.

Maybe, she thought to herself as she approached the edge of the geyser field, I should just tell Thur to choose for me. She could no longer make an informed decision and the commander knew better than anyone who was best suited to the role, especially culturally. The idea of letting the decision rest entirely in the Heda's hands made Wildfire feel even more at peace. She paused and took a deep breath of the slightly sulfuric air.