Cerulean Cape i let all my love rot inside me

Cascada follows diligently behind the boy, almost now certain he has to be a hallucination. She blinks a few times to see if he remains in her vision but the sight of water gives her a whole new boost. Speed sinks in and she rushes to the water, dropping her muzzle in and drinking until she thinks her stomach might burst. It isn’t enough to get the dry, salty feeling away completely and she stares down at her rippling reflection and considers dropping down in the water. It would help shed the sand in her fur.

Drogon, however, seems far more interested in where she came from rather than where she’s going. Then again, so had she.

“No. They won’t,” she says, lifting her left paw into the air. “They probably won’t notice I’m gone.” Maybe Anatha but she is in far more capable hands with the group of wolves than one. Cascada takes a deep breath and finally lets her form sink down into the cool water, sand and debris drifting out of her coat the longer she’s in.