Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

Her brows knit together when Wildfire tries to target the blame toward her and Thuringwethil leans in, touching her nose to her cheek to try and comfort the thought away. Things had been different with Wildfire’s mood and the changes she is going through. It had not been the same for her but that isn’t anything to compare it to. Nor does she suspect the new behaviors to be the problem.

“I do not think it is you,” she says. She’d once told Wildfire about her dreams, and her predecessor speaking to her through them. They’ve grown far more vivid these days but it isn’t obvious to the current Heda just yet. When things were far more complicated than she could piece together, she had subjects that helped tie the pieces together: historians, advisors, and the rest of the council. While she trusts Wildfire and Dio, there is a separation from what she needs and what they can give her. “Whatever it is, it is not far off. Just promise me you will be careful.”