Sleeping Dragon don't be shocked when your history books mention me

Footsteps catch her attention, ears swiveling on her head as they come closer and closer. Her gait doesn’t change, remaining an easy, relaxed trot as the younger girl comes up next to her. She turns her head as the other hooks her nose beneath her chin, warm tongue gently caressing her jaw. Thuringwethil lowers her nose into the kiss and enjoys it for a moment but she pulls back after a few seconds later and nudges her to leave space between them. Slate eyes heavy on Wildfire’s features and the distance she has to keep remains a flickering smile.

While Thuringwethil doesn’t have an advisor to assist her, or any other subjects that make up the build of Drageda, she doesn’t have anyone to turn to. She knows she can’t bother Gyda with these things, for fear of pressuring her into a decision she doesn’t want to make, but she’s unable to fully let the thoughts go.

“Can I talk to you?” the young leader murmurs, smile erased from her features, and she positions her head forward to watch where she’s going. She keeps her eyes ahead, looking back and forth over the borders for any sign of disturbance, ears attentive, but she keeps Wildfire within her gaze. “There might be some things changing here, sooner rather than later.”