Sleeping Dragon sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc

There is little Thuringwethil knows about Thyri, as much as she hates to admit it, and whether or not she'll play along is taken to gamble. She rushes by and after a few seconds throws her head back to see the playful smirk that launches her into motion. She swings her head back around and weaves in and out of the geysers, carefully avoiding the wetter ground to keep from slipping. There is no destination in her mind as she runs but the opening to the valley looks promising. While her legs may not be revving at full speed, she keeps ahead of the girl with even and long strides.