Dragoncrest Cliffs sheidgeda

Thuringwethil’s gaze locks with the fos goufa until she settles and makes no further move to pick herself up again. Her chest heaves for breath of the sharp, cold air but eventually she takes the moment to stand back. It is the first time Heda has to process the last several seconds and she swings her head to Emaleth whom had taken a seat in the snow. Her brows knit together in brief confusion but she is one piece and doesn’t note an injury, at least not one that needs immediate attention.

She has not sent anyone to Trigeda to retrieve Seregrýn and with their recent turmoil finds a low level of frustration in the decision. It has been some time since she’d seen the girl and knows little of her progress. The entire purpose of sending her back had been for training but now she isn’t so sure she’d learned anything. Thuringwethil shoots a glare toward Atsula but she does not address her, biting back the words in light of the last several days.

“Hakom yu hir?” she asks as she draws away from the guard to Seregrýn.