Sleeping Dragon the end of a bloodline

Tanja doesn’t say anything at first but, eventually, he speaks one name. Gavriel. Her ears cup forward as she turns toward him, wondering if there is a follow up to the statement or he wanted confirmation. Either way, Heda nods her head. “He has been here for a while. He visited Trigeda a few months ago when he escorted Seregrýn back,” she explains though she doesn’t know how much time Gavriel spent in Trigeda and whom he had seen. The main business had been returning the fos goufa for training and to give Gyda a little peace of mind. 

“There is another thing,” she says and this time she hesitant, a lump in her throat she struggles to breathe around. Perhaps Drageda’s leadership could be forgive, in the long run, but this weighs far heavier than she anticipated. He has to know, though, for finding out from another might cause more chaos than she needs. “I have taken a mate,” she finally says, her words rushing out of her mouth as if she might suck them back up but there they are, out in the open for another lashing.