Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

From their tumble they'd both emerged just fine, which pulled from her any feelings of discontent. Her silent hopes had been answered, leaving their only issue as being the position they were put into. Silence ensued and, once he'd been able to remove himself, she'd taken a moment to push herself back up onto her feet. Slow had she been to turn, but quickened had her movements become once he'd started to speak. An offer was made, directions having followed suit should she ever wish to take it. And though she'd nodded, accepting his words, it was not the first portion of his words that had stuck out to her. Rather, it'd been the name of his home, a distant memory informing her that she knew of the place.

"Sleeping Dragon," she'd repeated, recalling how the name was misleading. There existed no dragons there, Thuringwethil had informed her of such. "Does Thuringwethil reside there still?" She knew not of the other female's position within her home, for she'd not been informed of such during their meeting; on the off chance that she actually had been told, she could not remember. From what she could remember, however, they'd exchanged names and conversation, but neither had informed the other of their places within their respective territories.