Sleeping Dragon California nights

Because this song is wonderful.

Wildfire spent about an hour with the pups this evening, leaving only when it was the children's bedtime. She lingered nearby, head cocked as she listened to Gyda soothing them to sleep, then slipped away into the dusk. She meandered through the territory, with no particular purpose or destination. Her mind wandered along with her feet. She found herself imagining her own babies. How many would she have? What would they look like? What would she and Thuringwethil name them? These and a thousand other delightful questions drifted through her mind.

She stumbled over a rock in her path and mumbled a (most likely PG-rated) curse under her breath, then stopped and licked her lips before gliding toward a nearby tree and taking a seat underneath its scanty boughs. Her train of thought had been derailed momentarily but it got back on track now as she pondered perhaps the most significant question of all: who would father them? She dearly wished it was possible for the commander to impregnate her but Wildfire was no idiot. She knew it would not only require a male but very intimate contact with said male.

That idea did not sit well with her for a few reasons, though Wildfire liked to think she would do whatever it took to have a family. And it wasn't like there wasn't a promising candidate right here in Sleeping Dragon. As a matter of fact, hers and Gyda's children could be half-siblings. But she hadn't mentioned this idea out loud, even to the Heda and especially not to Gavriel himself. She just kept it tucked away in her proverbial back pocket for now as she stared out into the gathering dark.