Sleeping Dragon Coming home

The girl was at wonder. It had been her last wish to return to a Trigeda colony, or any grounder tribe at that. But somehow, Drageda was different. It was the diversity, perhaps. She found that not all of the clan were of the same descent, which oddly enough, fascinated her. All of the wolves she had ever known either came from Seageda or Trigeda. She did not even know how to speak their language properly. She would have to if she hoped to remain in Drageda. But as Heda had said, if she earned her keep she would not stay at the bottom for long. It was another thing that differed from what she had grown up to. No effort was good enough, but she could never attract their attention. She would not be overlooked here, or her journey was for nothing.

The low ache in her stomach constantly remined her of her own hunger, but there was no prey to take her pick from. Just bugs. Lot's and lot's of bugs. They were disgusting. It had taken only a minute for her stomach to convulse and heave out everything from the night before. This was a cruel joke the fates were playing on her, putting the idea into her head of leaving only to arrive in Purgatory. She had not been the most innocent of the bunch, but she did not deserve this.

It was only ironic when she almost walked into the red girl again, trying to find any source of water to wash out the disgusting grasshopper residue from her taste buds. Oh, what was her name? Something to do with fire, just like her apperance. How did they say faya? She did not know exactly what she said, but it sounded more like "Fear," than she intended to. She walked up to the girl not much older than her and nodded, unsure wether to submit or not. In Trigeda, all above you were to be shown submission, regardless if they were better or not. She did not know how things worked in Drageda, but would be sure to ask when she had the chance.