Sleeping Dragon i've been a clean living girl I promise you

Portia hesitated, rolling the phrase around in her head for a few moments before giving a weak smile. "I only caught half of that..." she admitted sheepishly, her tail waving slowly. "Wintam Dina... that is the feast, right?" she asked, her gaze steady as she still searched her brain for the other words. In an effort to attempt to work out a proper answer, she added on. "I don't remember if Heda gave it a name-- though I'm sure it has one... I participated in a ceremony not too long ago. It consisted of a purposeful scarring on her shoulder, it was a marvelous ritual, I was truly honored to be a part of it," she explained, smiling to the stranger.

"I am well seasoned in both," Portia nodded, smiling, "When I joined there were two Fisa's in Drageda-- and Thuringwethil asked me to focus on my botany. They've since left, so I've worked hard to do both-- though it's hardly a chore, I really do love it." The woman's posture relaxed, and Portia felt relieved to see it. Her tail wagged a bit, ears pricking forward. "Most wolves here are Gonas-- but I've found an apprentice in one of Gyda and Gavriel's children, his name is Hvitserk," she added, hoping Chessur would find it impressive.