Sleeping Dragon Quartz

yay! sounds good <3 last from me then? 

Obtaining and cleaning the skulls were her least favorite part of the job-- rarely did she ever find an already decomposed one. Regardless, she'd do it without hesitation for her beloved plants. No one had ever asked, so she'd never shared-- maybe it gave her some sort of mystique. 

"Great, thanks, hun," she says happily, her tail waving. She is about to dive into an explanation on what to do-- out of pure passion and a love for talking-- but her Heda's voice cuts her off. Her ears perk as she listens, dipping her head in regards to the dark woman's display of gratitude. As the name of what she would assume to be her new rank slips from the Heda's tongue, her lips turn up into a smile. "Thank you, Heda," she murmurs happily, tail wagging. "It is an honor to serve Drageda."

"Should we begin then, ma'am?" she asks, her muzzle still plastered with a wide smile. When Thuringwethil agrees Portia right away begins to explain her process and, with the Heda's help, begins to plant the wonderful new herbs.