Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

For a few more days, Thuringwethil remained near the coast. She left her mark in the sand before the dragon of a barrier that blocked her way. She found her way around and discovered the area was mostly quiet. An entrance down the cliffs, steep in some areas and easier the further she made her decline and eventually to the coast the cliffs protects. Thuringwethil let her mind wander in a clarity she had not felt in a long time and before she knew it, she found herself in the intricate weave of caves that ultimately led out to the sound and to a forest she had only seen from the outside. From there, and without having run into another soul, she began the trek home.

It is when she nears the border of Sleeping Dragon that she realizes just how long she’s been gone.

Thuringwethil makes her way through the geyser field to two erupting in the distance, followed by a third. Most of the time, the field is quiet, but this bright, starry night, the activity is noticed. At first, she wants to think of them as coincidence, but she recalls the activity of the geysers after the ground shook some weeks ago. Her ears flatten upon her head as she continues to make her way through the field until she makes it to the cave she first found Gyda many moons ago. It has only been a matter of days since the woman and her mate departed and even if she hasn’t been around for the absence, she still feels the same nostalgic pull.

Heda lingers for a moment at the entrance, wondering if she’d made the right decision after all, but she finds most of her anxiety settling in her chest. The dark woman heaves a slow, shaky breath before she lifts her nose and lets out a gentle song that asks for nothing more than to be heard.