Sleeping Dragon Onyx

and there she was! Portia moved full speed towards the woman, skidding to a stop and falling to a play-bow for half a second before straightening up and dipping her head, panting. "oh thank the stars-- i thought you'd left and gotten stolen! God forbid-- i know you're capable of handling yourself but that nasty grotto... if they'd ganged up..." she trailed off, shaking her head. she was rambling, and the skayona knew that Thuringwethil had better things to do than listen to her patchy-self ramble. "never mind! you're alive and well! i'm relieved to see you, ma'am," she said, a wide smile gracing her features, tail wagging. 

"it's none of my business," she continues slowly, "but where did you go?"