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

Her breath tickles his ear as she recites his orders, a myriad of sounds as his mission begins to unfold before him. It was not such a horrific task, perfectly reasonable for a ruler to have her concerns yet why Wildfire was not permitted to listen was a mystery to the northern fellow. Perhaps Thuringwethil did not trust her Bandrona enough or maybe it was simply to prevent the odd eavesdropper; Arch did not know enough about the history of the mountain kingdom to gage a clear judgement. With a twitch of his muzzle, he concluded he'd have to engage with the dark royal providing he could fulfil his task.

Dipping his brow, he lowered his frame in mild thanks to let her know he understood what he had to do and departed the cliffside, his tassel waving in farewell.