Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

When Thuringwethil clutched her all the more tightly, Wildfire went boneless in the larger woman's grasp and she finally found her voice again. "I was so worried," she breathed into the commander's dark fur, relishing in the warmth and intimacy of their embrace. Then, rather abruptly, she stilled and then slowly withdrew. With a few blinks, she stepped back to put about six inches between them.

"I was so worried, Thur. I was beside myself! How could you do that to me? Just disappear without a word? Do you know how crazy it made me? I thought about marching on Larksong Grotto to see if they'd kidnapped you!" The words flowed out of her like lava, the eruption as loud and fiery as the real thing. "First Gyda and Gav! Then you just vanish! Don't ever do that to me again!" The Bandrona finished her little tirade with a pointed look that was offset by what could only be called a pout.

Quite possibly before the Heda could react to any of that, her lip quivered horribly and the yearling sprung back against Thuringwethil, rubbing her face against her mate's throat. "I'm sorry—I didn't meant to yell at you—sorry—don't ever do that to me again..." Wildfire begged.