Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

There is a moment without response as Seregryn fumbles through for an answer. Thuringwethil frowns already and by the time she does reply, a sigh slips from her muzzle. She glances away from the girl without responding to her answer, and watches Gyda for a moment as she goes through her own frustrations. When coming together with Gyda to found Sleeping Dragon, her expectations had been vague. It wasn’t until Gavriel showed up with a handful of others that things would change.

“Womplei.”

Her gaze hardens as she turns back to Seregryn.

“Gyda es Wocha. Gyda is your leader in Sleeping Dragon, where Drageda lives,” she repeats, once she realizes she’d slipped into her mother tongue. “Disrespecting her is disrespecting me,” she says then and shifts so that all her attention is on the Fos Goufa. She doesn’t understand the motives behind the girl and she wonders if it is because she is the only one. In the event of her death, Seregryn’s easily put into position for Heda. Thuringwethil went up against three others, expecting to lose her life that day, where Seregryn does not get that chance of competition. “This is your only warning,” she says then, jerking her nose in dismissal.