Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

Darkened eyes rest upon the woman as she begins to spill words out into the air. She watches the breath billow in front of her mate’s face as she does her best to listen. With ears tucked against the back of her head, her eyes briefly drop. Her heart clenches in her chest and lurches into her throat once Wildfire is pressed up against her once more. Words pile up against her tongue but she does not open her mouth to speak or answer the questions she’s given. Things settle into silence between them as she begins to curl against her mate once more, holding her close, using her as extra support as she fights her tired legs.

Thuringwethil is thankful in that moment they do not live in Seageda. She may not have met Wildfire if she did, but on the off chance it had been destined, she knows her life is often more in danger. The Wilds offer little threat, even with the grotto against them, but there is no doubt in her mind they could not drive the pests out if they needed. She nods a moment later, bobbing against the back of her beck and whispering a soft: “I won’t.”

Thuringwethil pulls away a second time and nudges Wildfire against the face as if it may cheer her up. Her own expression changes little throughout but she isn’t sure she has the energy if she tried. A flicker of her lips is all she manages of a smile.