Dragoncrest Cliffs lunar synthesis

what seregryn thought was obvious clearly was not - and she was a little irritated by the flippant manner with which this young girl treated her. all the same, she could not behave poorly; she would not let her base instincts get in the way of her goal.
after a silent moment wherein seregryn tried to reel in some of her emotion, the woman responded cooly, i am seregryn; fos goufa of seageda, trigeda, and my old home of drageda. thuringwethil is my heda and i am her kin.
her soot-tipped tail lashed once, twice against her hocks. there was no way to stop the embers of her eyes as they set upon this defensive child, and while seregryn did not know the variety of stresses that have been unleashed upon the wilds, she is equal parts curious and agitated. now, she continues without missing a beat, where has she gone?