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

Perhaps if Thuringwethil were a little less oblivious, she would have realized the error. Wildfire's tension surprises her but her sudden released of breath causes the woman to turn her head slightly to make sure she's okay. It's brief and she has to refrain from getting closer but she notices the weight of her feelings. What fairness is it for either of them to keep this a secret? She grinds her teeth, focusing at her purpose when the other responds.

"It's possible Gyda might be stepping down now that the children are here," she says, slowly inhaling a long breath and releasing it in a quick gust. Telling someone else relieves the weight from her shoulders as the whole thing comes to light. She would be the sole leader of a Drageda, as is their right, but without her cabinet, it isn't nearly as easy. She's struggled enough sharing the lead with the Viking and she's hopeful she hadn't done too terribly against her friend. "If she decides to step down, Sleeping Dragon will shift into Drageda, and for the most part as Seageda has always been for generations. I will be educating as much as I can for the transition to those not from my home.

It is what I am used to, what I have been trained and prepared before I ascended. The difference is, is I had the wolves that we're apart of my leadership," she explains but swallows a lump in her throat. They had all died by her hands, as it were meant to be. Now, rebuilding has been trickier without the rest of Seageda beneath her. "I know your skills as a scout are well earned and you've done well to learn about our ways. I was hoping you'd want to be the ambassador for Sleeping Dragon?"