Sleeping Dragon boom boom boom feel it in the mmm

It could be easy, she thinks, to just give in, to ignore everything she'd learn growing up. The others, a year or more older than she, never minded the loneliness She only began to adapt before the conclave, ultimately thrown into the mix after her title. The doubt had been planted early, already proving some of her failure that she knows she can't let her desires surface. Thuringwethil clenches her teeth, slowly shaking her head with another whine and gives herself a moment of weakness.

For a moment, she gives into the urge to disregard the question. She doesn't have to answer. Magpie isn't one of her own, not like the others, but she stiffens. She'd given the woman the title, she was Drageda just as much as the rest of them. Thuringwethil swallows, leaning back to put a few more inches of space between.

"Because," she finally manages, though the words still feel lost on her tongue, "Heda cannot have anything cloud her judgment." It is not much, she knows, but teaching her ways is lost in that moment when she can barely gather her thoughts.