Sleeping Dragon forget stardust; you are iron

Eske drops what she’s doing to adjust her position and greet her. Her nose lifts a little and her ears drop against her skull as she accepts the display before a low rumble purred in her chest. Eske, like the others, have grown into something Thuringwethil is proud of, and she knows her parents are proud of, and she resembles everything Seageda once stood for, that Drageda is becoming to stand for. If she were born on the coast farther north, there’d be no mistaking her loyalty.

With the deer skin on the ground, Thuringwethil takes a step forward and picks up one end only to fold it over so it meets the other side. Hoping to make it a little less awkward, she steps back and picks up the opposite end pointing toward the goufa and waited for her cue and where they will go from here.