Sleeping Dragon California nights

A pale shape moved in the darkness, catching Wildfire's eye. She blinked, amber gaze calmly following the figure as it neared, taking on the features of Uleön. Despite the thoughts weighing on her mind, the Bandrona smiled genuinely, the tips of pearly white teeth glowing in the dim light. She had been so desperate to steal a few moments with Thuringwethil the other day, she had practically tossed the elder woman out on her ass. Wildfire felt a little flare of guilt, though she hoped she would smooth over any wrinkles she'd made during her first impression.

"Of course. Uleön, right?" she said amiably, black tail thumping unseen behind her for a few beats before stilling again. "How're you?" Wildfire added conversationally, having nothing more specific to ask on this quiet midsummer evening.