Dragoncrest Cliffs the moon plays the ocean like a violin

She watches as her mate gets comfortable. The sun begins to rise, giving illumination for her to see. She’d barely registered much of her the day prior and this is the first time she really gets to see her. Her belly is far rounder than it had been when she’d left and she knows it’s only a matter of weeks before they come. The thought feels like a horror story in the back of her mind but she shoves it down until she can only focus on one thing at a time. Worrying about what may happen in the future rarely gets her anywhere and even if she can’t change her emotions now, she knows they may not be the same later.

“Sort of,” she offers. It doesn’t sound very convincing but she hopes to wave it off as the pain it causes every time she takes a bigger breath than her broken ribs prefer. Thuringwethil grunts and tries to find another position when the current becomes problematic. She shifts and one of her legs rest against Wildfire’s while her head lowers to the ground. “Tell me yours.”