Sleeping Dragon i want a eulogy while my body is still warm

There’s a myriad of possibilities that run through her mind that Wildfire might need to tell her. She goes through a short list at first before the girl starts to speak, but her eyes become heavier than she intended. The last few days began to catch up to her, the weariness of her bones, and the emotional toll the dream had taken upon her were adding up. Her eyes widen for a moment as the girl began to speak, but only to try and stifle a yawn as she lowers her head back to the ground with ears alert on her head.

Thuringwethil tries but eventually she gives in to her heavy eyelids and within seconds the rest of her body slackens, ears lax on her head. Wildfire’s voice becomes white noise that isn’t quite enough to pull her back from an inevitable slumber. In the morning, she might remember some of the exchange, but for now the rest of the night ends in a dreamless sleep.