Sleeping Dragon and sometimes, we only know how to crumble

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The night is early, not fully dark yet, but the last of the sun’s colors are slowly sinking into the earth. What’s still illuminated now will be gone within the next few minutes and Thuringwethil knows she should settle somewhere for the night, but doesn’t find herself compelled to just yet. She draws away from the borders for the night, knowing there are at least two others scouting overnight. With the threat of the grotto looming nearby, she’s not going to be vulnerable to anything stupid they may pull.

Thuringwethil follows the length of a narrow stream that flows down the mountain. On hot days, it is often dry, but with the rain earlier in the day, it has a little to offer. She drops her nose to take a drink before continuing on to a ledge the hovers over the northern peak of the mountain. The night is quiet, more than usual, and her mind wanders a little to Wildfire and her eventual return—and what news she might bring back with her.