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

The conversation shifted back to Gyda for a moment and Wildfire wondered again what exactly had prompted her to step down from her post. It really wasn't any of the yearling's business, though, so she didn't press the matter. Thuringwethil mentioned Dio next and her lips pressed together curiously. She wasn't quite sure what it meant but it sounded like a position of esteem. Knowing what she knew about him, it likely had something to do with guardianship.

Abruptly and without warning, a light bulb flashed over Wildfire's head (figuratively speaking). Had she just accepted a leadership position? Face suddenly frozen, she rewound the discussion thus far and it hit her like a ton of bricks. She couldn't be entirely sure without clarification from Thuringwethil but, now that she thought about it, she was pretty damn sure. Her lips parted now as if she might renege on her uninformed decision, only to clap shut three seconds later.

She couldn't back out now. The commander needed her. She wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important. And Wildfire realized it was very unlikely she could have declined regardless. She would do anything for the Heda. Perhaps this might mean a more secure, stable future for the two of them. Maybe it even made their ability to form a family someday all the more likely. That thought had her heart skipping a beat. She was nervous, even scared, of the responsibility she had so obtusely accepted but, well, Wildfire was going to at least try to rise to the challenge.

First things first, though: "What is my position called? And what is it equivalent to... like, uh, what rank?" Goodness, she sounded so stupid. Wildfire inwardly cringed at herself, shooting Thuringwethil a sheepish look. "I'll make it a point to double time my studies in the language and culture," she hastily assured. Especially if she was an an ambassador and leader—oh gosh—then it was now her duty to Sleeping Dragon.