Sleeping Dragon When you're stuck on a skybridge with your worst enemy

He answers the bandrona’s questions easily with something Heda doesn’t quite expect and she narrows her darkened eyes and resists the snort that builds up in the back of her nose. She cants her head forward marginally, scrutinizing the male’s movements while the rest of her remains statuesque. While Wildfire continues on with her line of questions, Thuringwethil picks at the little movements without listening to the rest of the conversation.

It is when he sits down that her fur bristles around her neck and takes a slow, calculated step forward to break up the conversation. She gives Wildfire one glance, one jerk of her nose to cease, as she shortens the distance between herself and the stranger. Whatever the other has asked of the male is long forgotten, cutting her off near the end, before he’s able to remedy his first answer.

“You would do well to take your pleas elsewhere,” she says, evenly, without letting her voice give away her irritation except for the slight flash of her teeth.