Dragoncrest Cliffs i make boys cry

Thuringwethil has not had a restful night of sleep in a long time, before she'd been sick, and even through the fitful rest of her children, she struggles for more than a few hours at a time. When Blixen barks for attention, she takes a moment to recall why she is so urgent. She blinks back the sleep and turns to her daughter, then she notes both boys are still sleeping but they'd move several feet away in the night. She doesn't think much of it other than it had gotten too warm but her concern surpasses them.

Today is Blixen's day.

She stretches her limbs and stands, her form still gauntly and thin but better. The training with her daughter will give her a boost and she moves, lowering her head to give her a nudge out of the cavern and away from the wolves in Hougeda still sleeping.

"Do you remember the things Eske had been teaching you?" she asks, stepping into the bright morning sunlight and has to squint her eyes. She'd sparred with the girl in their first session but she hadn't been present for the rest. She turns her head a little, searching for a spot away from the cavern and secluded enough that they will not be bothered.