Sleeping Dragon Stedaunon don gon we, en kikon ste enti.

And just as suddenly as she was down, she was up. The sound of the woman's voice came to her and Seregryn, irritated by her awkward tumble, cast a chilly glance towards the sound of it. Once her eyes landed on Lucani though, her expression narrowed, her brow squeezing together with brief confusion. This was the healer woman Seregryn had been tracking, days ago — the one that taught her vague things about plants. Still, she wasn't a friend of Seregryn; nobody here was worthy of that except for the heda. So the girl simply snorted, wheezing out a struggling breath while her lungs continued to lightly spasm, and rounded upon her boulder - in the next moment she was finding her way back atop it, but this time her rear-end faced the gray woman and the silent wolf, and she chuffed to herself, tucking her legs close and ignoring both of them like the event had not occurred at all.