Dragoncrest Cliffs Andalusite

portia wanna meet @Melchior like, pronto

her sleeping space was rather dull, and she had grown so accustomed to her beautifully decorated home back in sleeping dragon-- the emptiness in the caverns just didn't feel the same. though empty, it wasn't lonely, and she rather liked sleeping with the rest of the dragedakru. it lacked privacy, sure, but she knew she could drag dio elsewhere (or visa versa) should they need some time to themselves. but she felt she could fix the emptiness, the dullness, despite everything. so today she had spent the day flower hunting, rather than herb hunting, and though the winter season made it rather hard, she did manage to find some late bloomers to steal and save for-- oh what did heda call it?-- hougeda.

in her jaws she held geraniums, purple ones. they were known to persist through the winter and these were doing particularly well-- she only assumed because it was a tad bit warmer near the coast. she was currently upon a rather pitiful group of hibiscus. they were wilting, but a few still held some purple-white color and they all had seeds-- which she planned on taking. the skayona placed the uprooted geraniums beside her feet, her nose twitching as she moved to decide how she would take these hibiscus. a smile lit up her muzzle, thrilled to have some greenery around her sleeping space-- even in the dead of winter.