Sleeping Dragon Onyx

Portia does not press further about the coast and Thuringwethil is thankful for she isn’t sure she has any more answers to give. Clearing her head had been an attempt to try and make sense of what has been going on there, lingering in the back of her mind. She’d been able to lure it out of hiding but she’s far from grasping it and what feels like a blur needs to clear up sooner rather than later if she’s going to go day after day feeling like this.

“Seageda is within us and will continue to be, as long as we are here.” Us. In her and Tanja and Chessur and everyone that has come and gone from her home. Of course, she knows it isn’t exactly what Portia means and so she flickers a soft smile in her direction. “We do not look the same to them,” she pauses and looks away, knowing she’d had some upsetting nightmares in the beginning as she sorted through her actions and mistakes to find some reason to prove she’d made the right decision. “There are many before me, with me, as I will be with my successor.”