Sleeping Dragon endless forms most beautiful

She gives him permission to rest a few days before they begin their trek and he chuckles a little, nudging her shoulder playfully. A few good nights rest and some meals would do him well and he’d likely be ready to go—even if it might be tough to do it so soon—but nonetheless his duty comes first. He’d felt a little guilty they hadn’t been able to make their destination the first time and hopefully this time will be less dramatic.

“Well, it’s always hard to take someone anywhere that doesn’t listen to you,” he says, brief of Seregrýn’s attitude toward most things. Unsure of how she and Wildfire had interacted, he shrugs it off. “But being in Trigeda for a few days had been nice. Saw some wolves I hadn’t seen since I’d come here, got to see my family,” he trails off with a hint of a smile, giving them a direct invitation to return but they assured him they were not ready but when they were, they would be here.