Sleeping Dragon California nights

As she settled near the fire-coated bandrona, Uleön kept a smile with the intention to ease the tension. Their first encounter had been a rather awkward one, but it was not by the young scout's fault, it had been Uleön who hadn't been able to keep her nosy self away from something she wasn't supposed to know.

"That's right," confirmed the elder counselor, "I'm fine, it's been a quiet day," she answered politely, but it was clear that she had already seen the discomfort on the younger female's face. "You are the Bandrona, is that right?" she asked, not feeling the necessary closeness to wildfire's troubled soul to offer direct comfort.