Dragoncrest Cliffs Ammolite

portia smiled, glad that wildfire interacted rather than simply shoving her off. "i do miss my den," she agreed with a shrug, "oh! and all my herbs! my poor plants all dead with the dragon." she frowned, remembering how her den had collapsed, causing very few of the plants and herbs she'd spent so much time collecting to be completely unsalvageable. oh well. she sighed, shrugging. "i haven't heard anything about them. i worry, but i feel that hvitserk and freyja can handle themselves... perhaps it was just their time to leave," she suggested rather sadly. she wished they would return, but at this point felt that it was, perhaps, a useless to hope for.

"but i do love it here," she continued with a wave of her tail, "i always feel safer among trees, and these redwoods are gorgeous."