Sleeping Dragon we always tear our Gods to bits and eat the bits we like

Many meetings were held once upon the ridge. What is different upon Sleeping Dragon isn’t enough to skew her path, making the same familiar ascending steps where Gyda, Dio, and Wildfire once stood with her. From the pests that settled once behind them, to those that fled before they’d even arrived with their army, to the announcement of her mateship. Drageda learned and developed so much on the soil and stone beneath her feet that without, she couldn’t imagine where they’d be.

One ear twitches upon her head, turning slight to see Ephraim a second before he poses the question. Behind him stand Vercingetorix and Robin as they catch up quick enough to hear the answer. Sleeping Dragon is in their history but she did not make an announcement and she slows to a stop, turning to face the trio.

“Sleeping Dragon,” she tells them, licking her lips. “This is where I came when Seageda disbanded.” She gives them a gesture with her nose to continue and she is silent until the reach her destination. Two pine trees once stood on either side of the ridge, strong pillars to harness the council. The one on the right is no longer there, a part of the earth broken and torn away. No longer does it hold the power she’d once felt here. She has her place in Drageda, in Trigeda (among the others), and she is able to bury the dragon once and for all.

“This is where we became Drageda.”

Thuringethil turns back to the trio with a raise of her nose and curve of her lips, howling a final farewell to a place she once called home.

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