Sleeping Dragon i will do as devils do: fall

In light of the last few days, Thuringwethil struggled to keep her head from spinning. Things are changing out of her grasp and she doesn't know how to find any familiar ground. They would get together soon, they didn't have to worry so much about the grotto, but their own strength has been prominent. Dio would be making an ascension, Freyja earning her Drageda rank at an age younger than most, and she and Wildfire had a future laid out when hers had always seemed so bleak.

But why does she feel so heavy?

She tries to shrug it off but there's an itch she can't quite scratch. Her shoulder still goes without three marks from before she'd came to Drageda, wishing to do those in private. With the changes and molds to her claim, she doesn't feel guilty for that wish. The last shred of Seageda, permanently marred upon her flesh, to end the legacy she'd managed to destroy.

She began her search that morning, for @Lucia or @Portia. Lucani had never been able to answer the question about what they may use and Gluskap had gone to Trigeda before she thought to ask, and so she now puts a little faith in the two women that have spoken and proven their skills to test their knowledge.