Dragoncrest Cliffs Ammolite

If Portia felt as awkward and conflicted as she did, she didn't show it. Wildfire shot her a quick, grateful glance and nodded as if to reply, I'm sure, even if she wasn't. She wondered if the Skayona would grab the opportunity to take off then. Instead, she squared her shoulders and posed an unrelated question, clearly trying to make conversation. Glad for the distraction, the yearling lifted her eyes and managed a wan smile.

"I do like it here," she said. She didn't bother mentioning her discomfort with the caves, since it was a personal problem that would hopefully resolve itself in time and there was nothing anyone else could do about it. "I miss Sleeping Dragon though," Wildfire continued, her already small smile fading, "as well as Freyja and the others." As far as she knew, there was no news on that front. If search parties had been sent out in her absence, they hadn't found anyone. The Bandrona herself hadn't magically crossed paths with their wayward members while out on the road, either.

Shaking her head lightly, she asked, "How about you? Do you like it?"