Sleeping Dragon governed as it were by chance

The sun felt good on her small figure, and she stretched her limbs as well as she could before she had set out to make sure Gavriel knew she was there. He was a daunting figure and the thick muscles that she could feel beneath his pelt were exactly what she aspired to be herself. After she had taken a moment to parade around him with various touches and yips, he drew her toward him and breathed his hot breath into her thin pelt. Thyri wiggled with delight at the feeling of his voice on her, and she turned her head around so that she could face him with wide blue eyes. He had prompted her to speak a word in his language, and though she was familiar with some of the language that was shared between her father and the Heda, she was still young and her vocabulary was limited.
 
“No?” she responded with a curious tilt of her head. It sounded close enough – surely she’d gotten it right. The bright blue of her gaze remained locked with his face, and she wondered why her mother and father spoke two different tongues. The world was confusing, and she was certain that it would only become more so as she aged.