Dragoncrest Cliffs a storm with skin

She does not get but a few minutes alone before the sound of another comes around the corner. Her dark eyes turn to find Tirgatao stepping out and Thuringwethil works to untangle her legs and stand to better greet the submission. She hadn’t seen much of Tirgatao since she’d come home to the sea and her Heda but there has been much happening. Between the cold weather taking them over, and allowing the kru to stay inside, Thuringwethil finds herself far busier than she expected.

And now, Wildfire is home.

She had not mentioned her mate to the shouna before and she realizes she doesn’t know everything Gyda and Gavriel may have said to them. The news should not be kept from those here or Trigeda but there is still a level of pitchfork she has come to expect.

“Yu na,” she says, adjusting her footing so the pale woman can sit without the wind blowing into her face. Thuringwethil shifts to make it a little more comfortable and lowers her rump to the ground instead of her entire frame. Sitting is as far as she’ll currently allow herself to relax when there is so much tension built up in her shoulders. “Shopta?”