Sleeping Dragon sleeping with the moon and the stars

During the day, Thuringwethil has the chance to really inspect the mountain and find out the extent of damage—if any—before they move forward. If it occurs again, or there is more danger in their future, she knows they may have to make some decisions. Their home to be threatened by their own location may cause a rift but Thuringwethil plans to keep them together. Naturally, Freyja tags along and she is here and there as they both do their own things, inspecting as they move along, but she’s distracted when Freyja calls from up the bend.

There is no fear in Freyja’s call and so Thuringwethil does not rush to her side but she does direct her course a little and comes up nearby so they are working their way into the geyser field. Her ears swivel forward with a slight head tilt as she sees the elk wandering around as if lost. Her brows knit together as she takes a few steps but she does not cut Freyja off yet from exploring with her. She attempts to keep quiet upon her approach, not wanting to get too close to a confused elk of that size but the opportunity seems a little left to chance. Thuringwethil can’t help but wonder if last night’s earth rattling, and then moon, have something to do with the gift wrapped up before them.

However, something—or someone—makes a sound that snaps the elk’s attention right in their direction but she takes a step back with a gasp at what she sees. It doesn’t appear to see either of them as its attention turns and the extent of the damage can be seen: skin ulcerated and angry, as if melted from its face, and likely damage done to both eyes if it can’t find its way around. Thuringwethil’s jaw tightens and a flutter in her chest rises, for the coincidence is not overlooked.