Sleeping Dragon i will do as devils do: fall

yip! sorry! i'm here!

Her little legs forced her to move slower than she'd really wanted to, but she did her best to hurry herself to Thuringwethil. She arrived panting, smelling strongly of chives. Her freckled crowd tips gently in a respectful greeting and she gives a quick nudge to Lucia, waiting for a signal to relax from her Heda before sitting down-- if she would get one. Endurance was not her strong suite, and now she was quite visibly out of breathe. She arrived just as her Heda finished speaking, and through a few staggered breathes said. "It's not a herb... so much," she said, tail waving. "But I know how to do it."