Sleeping Dragon Onyx

Having kept to herself since she’d return except for the company of her mate and occasionally a straggler that stops by, she turns to find Portia bounding to her. Thuringwethil gives her a smile and wave of her tail, washing away the looming feeling something is wrong. She’d talked to Wildfire a little about it but she isn’t sure her mate understands, or if anyone else would. Tanja and Chessur, perhaps, or Gavriel or Gyda but neither of them are here. Brushing it off, she takes a step forward to close the distance between herself and the skayona, wagging her tail over her spine once they are close enough.

“Portia,” she calls. She’d grown into a well-adjusted member of Drageda and a bubbling relationship with Dio. She does not mention it, uncertain what she is and isn’t supposed to know, but finds a fondness for the woman regardless.