Qeya River it's a narrow neck of land

Making assumptions, hi.

She thought she had heard that word before— Drageda— but it might have simply been the fact that it sounded so similar to the word 'dragon'. Emaleth could see a mountain far beyond them, billowing dark smoke into the atmosphere; perhaps that what was caused the hint of bitterness in the air. Was that the dragon, and was it truly sleeping? Thuringwethil had mentioned that she lived out this way, on a mountain— the dark child wondered if it were that place.

But more interesting than that was Freyja and this meeting of two heiresses— Emaleth focused her attentions on the younger female and offered an uncharacteristic grin. "Well met, Freyja of Drageda. The Sentinels watch over the coast, southwest of here. It is a long journey."