Dragoncrest Cliffs a storm with skin

Tanja had voiced his concern when he arrived but Thuringwethil had been upfront right away. Thuringwethil had told Tirgatao a few things but she’d held back her reservations. She found out on her own, Heda knew she would, but she didn’t have the same reaction as the gona had. Instead, she’s given room to explain and for that she is thankful (even if she knows she doesn’t have to).

“There had been a few that found their way here when Gyda and I claimed Sleeping Dragon. Eli, Snacha. They disappeared before the first moon of our claim,” she explains with a slight raise of her brow. The loyalty of her followers has turned out to be hit or miss, just as the outsiders, but her own had the same thing in common: rejecting them. “Dio has been here almost as long as Drageda has stood. And Hush has been here since the beginning. Wildfire has been here longer than any Seageda member here,” she explains. “Those that say they are family have yet to prove it to me or have had a different purpose.” Some have returned to Trigeda for one reason or another and Gavriel himself earned a chance to lead a branch of their own, between here and Trigeda, and she eagerly awaits words when the days begin to warm.