Dragoncrest Cliffs anatomy of a tidal wave

The correlation between the two has lingered in her mind the last several days and she hopes it is only a blessing. There is never a blessing where work is not required and the heaviness of the storm makes her wonder just how long the rain will last them. Drageda has been doing well since the children have been born. Their outsiders have not put a strain on them with the extra family they have to carry now and she feels an easiness in her chest she has not in sometime. The weight of the storm is no added weight to the struggles they’ve run into and has been able to handle with good standing.

Thuringwethil smiles then with little effort to lighten her features despite the cloudiness that looms. “Sha,” she agrees with a whip of her soaked tail. “De foutaim hedas ar hosh,” she announces with a flick of her ears. It is not uncommon for their silence, especially since Seageda has been no more. They are there, she is certain, and they have not forsaken them. The guardians have been invited to their borders and their cliffs are safe, but they have not appeared to her in some time still.