Sleeping Dragon of all the things i left behind, i miss my heart the most

Thuringwethil nods her head when Gyda suggests the mountain. She’d only been here a few hours in the night. The morning they could inspect the rest of it but she doesn’t see why it wouldn’t work. “We should scout out the surrounding areas though, in the morning,” she offers with a shake of her tail. Their homes had formerly been on the sea but Seageda had its own rocky terrains, waves splashing one side of the mountain she called her home. 

“But here it is.”

She shifts her weight, lowering herself back down to the cool stone floor of the cave. If something popped up to their attention in days to come, they could continue their search. In the meantime, Thuringwethil’s sure she’s far enough away from her home to once again re-stake claim and her spirit would be satisfied. “It isn’t long before day break. Get some rest. We’ll search tomorrow.”