Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

[awkward intensifies]

She chewed her bottom lip, waiting to see if Lucia would press, but she seemed to make a point of not doing so. Perhaps she had picked up on Wildfire's sudden disquiet. In that case, the Bandrona would give her even higher marks once the Alpha female got here. Where was she? It never took the commander this long to make herself known. Was it possible she was out of earshot? In that case, should Wildfire accept Lucia? Or perhaps tell her to come back later? Maybe she could give her a task in the meantime to keep her busy as well as further prove her worth?

Instead, the yearling found herself caught up in the subject matter, though she quickly steered the conversation back into a safer lane. "They're the offspring of our former Viking Queen and the guardian, Gavriel." Wildfire was aware that she perhaps shouldn't go around revealing personal information like this—and she usually refrained from oversharing—but if Lucia was about to join them, then she wasn't exactly some stranger on the street. It might even be good for her to know this as she prepared to settle into life here on the dormant volcano. "They're called Thyri, Hvitserk, Eske and Freyja. They're great kids. I'm sure you'll get to meet them soon enough."