Sleeping Dragon Here comes the future, it’s violent and bright

The young interloper watched as the subject of his personal request trotted into view a generous distance away. She was a streak of wild darkness, rangy and angular, and she moved with fluid certainty reserved for Heda. Although largely unfamiliar with their language, he was as aware of the Commander’s title as he was aware of her renown. He gazed on, steadfast in his intensity, and she met him with a quip. There was little that could have pleased him more, but he didn’t answer it directly.
 
"I didn’t expect to find you here," he said instead, flicking one of his ears idly to remove an insect that had perched there. He had expected to find the Aloadae along the way, and he had hardly thought of Seageda’s inner turmoil and Thuringwethil’s proceeding exodus. He had never actually anticipated the eventuality of unearthing that past. Now that he had found her, however, nothing interested him more. Lose one thing, find another, he considered.
 
"I’m not disappointed," he clarified with a larkish glimmer of his eyes.