Sleeping Dragon ai trikracha

italics are trigdasleng / the language of SD / not english lmao

Seregryn had half a mind to settle there, to curl up and sleep off the events of that afternoon. Let the guard haunt her dreams, so that she may tear his throat out and be proven the victor -- but thoughts of him, and of the river, prevented that from happening. She was riled once again by the mere thought of their scuffle, and the scent of her blood was too pungent to allow her rest. She lay against the tree with her eyes closed, and opened them to slits as the crunching sounds of the woman's departure sounded off among the wood; in seeing this, Seregryn inhaled sharply and issued a short, clipped bark.

Wait, she wanted to command, but did not. The call was perhaps enough -- but following that, the girl's crimson gaze looked deviously around the copse of trees, wondering if others had heard her. She did not wish to explain to Thuringwethil where this wound had come from. It was best to treat it. She hoisted herself to her feet hastily, and then advanced upon the dark woman, rounding on her position whether she had heard the bark or not -- cutting off her escape, and leveling her gaze upon her. Fix this. was all she said, her tone sharp and commanding, and utterly unfit for a child. Behind her, the girl's tail lashed high across her rear, threatening to fan across her back in the manner of the heda -- but she was no heda yet.