Sleeping Dragon to marry the sea in a ceremony of storms

Thuringwethil didn't seem to think an evacuation was necessary at this point. Wildfire shook her head to dislodge the bit of ash from her nose, then peered at her mate before nodding. She would of course follow the Heda's lead and respect her call. That didn't stop the Bandrona from peering a little fearfully into the moonlit darkness, wondering about the state of the territory and its inhabitants even as she fell into step alongside the commander and Hush.

"Maybe the moon woke the dragon," she murmured to herself, watching as ash continued to drift down, coating the volcano and surrounding lands in a blanket that captured the moon's radiance and bounced it. It was like wandering through a dimly lit gray ghost town. Wildfire found herself pressing closer to her companions.