Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

Wildfire speaks again and Thuringwethil opens her mouth to question but her mate has darted off into the dark without giving her a chance. She follows her form until she can no longer see her and she eventually moves close to a geyser where the ground is warmer. There’s a half-hearted attempt at making herself comfortable but she knows if she closes her eyes will fall asleep. Instead, she fights against the urge to lower all the way and she keeps her head up, eyes moving lazily from one thing to the next until she sees Wildfire materialize some fifteen minutes later.

She stares at the squirrel for a moment, but she focuses on the other’s movement as she gets close with her own set of instructions. It isn’t the comfort of their cave but no one else has come upon them—nor does she suspect them too—and so she lets herself visibly relax and drops to devour the rodent in a few bites. It doesn’t settle well at first and Thuringwethil takes slow, calculated breaths. “That is where I’ve been,” she confirms flatly. Some of it is a blur but she remembers the emotion, the dreams. Her waking moments had been automatic and without her control. Another geyser erupts in the distance.

“I think something bad is going to happen,” she finally says, shifting so that she can better see her mate.