Sleeping Dragon been half goddess, half hell

Lucani wasted no time when she asked for her queen but she winces when the howl goes up, even if it had been presented gingerly and with care. Her head still buzzes and she closes her eyes, careful to keep her head upright. Hearing Lucani snap at her again lingers in the back of her mind so she remains still, wishing to lay her head down on her paws and sleep. Just a reprieve, a few minutes to rest, and while she knew she couldn’t do that, it wouldn’t stop her from trying.

Before she’s able to, however, Gyda’s thunderous paws shake the ground and she turns to look at her with closed eyes. Her head follows her voice and she tries to listen but the questions are hazy to her ears but she’d been asked the same thing before when in recovery from battle.

“Feisripa,” she murmurs and finally manages to open her eyes. Gyda’s worry hits her, her face stoic but the depth to her gaze rests heavy enough to give her the feeling she’d be okay—the wounds were localized to her formerly injured shoulder and her brain a little loose from the impact. Whatever questions were left, she finds herself unable to answer.