Dragoncrest Cliffs like an old guitar worn out and left behind

As Tir turned to face the sea again she was alerted to the sound of approaching footfall and promptly shifted her gaze towards the oncomer. Wildfire, the Bandrona, was making her way back to the cavern. When she was near she gave a greeting that was weighed down by the early hour, and Tir could only smile as she cleared her throat and made a better attempt at it. One ear switched towards Wildfire, while the other remained fixated on the shore. Seabirds wheeled above the waves, happy to finally stretch their wings on a favorable wind and feast on the storm's bounty.

Tirgatao swung her slender head back-'round to regard Wildfire with a serene smile, "Oh?" She remarked softly. "About the turn of things, or something else entirely?" Tirgatao was not so foolish as to recognize the signs—both she and Portia no longer gave off the heady scent of heat. She only hoped that the fruits of their labors had taken root, though she was not experienced enough to claim innate knowledge of such things.