Sleeping Dragon deyon ai raun maun

As if it helped matters to commend Seregryn for her work, Thuringwethil spoke highly of her - praising her, although her tone made Sere suspicious. She finds a great level of pride while the heda is talking, but then the woman turns as if to depart. As soon as her paws have shifted away from the trench, Seregryn's eyes are growing wide; and then when her back is facing the girl, she looked all the more worried. Her tail curls against her hocks and she lets out a boof, and when that does not catch Thuringwethil's attention, she rises up on her hind legs with paws planted against the trench wall.

Nou bants! She calls out piteously, hoping lamely that the heda will turn back around and maybe do something useful. This wasn't fair! What good was Seregryn down here in this pit? A small whine purled out of her then, and the girl swayed, unable to stay balanced because of how she poised herself. As she came sliding back down to her four paws, her toes and blunted claws dragged more dirt down with her.