Porcupine Ridge [discovery: lotus spring] dirty laundry

He fell around her, steady but slow, and while Dawa was complacent with this, there was a desperate nagging sensation in the back of her mind. Far back, perhaps where the crack in her spirit truly lay. It was something she did not understand — but the darkness that was her protector, her warmth, erupted with his elongated words.

The name of Lham would have made any other poor creature flinch, given their history. There was nothing from Dawa. Only the uncontrollable shivering of her muscles against the bone, her short fur mixing with his swarthy coat, dominated by it. He could swallow her up if he really wanted to, this dragon. "Not alone, with Raheerah." She chimed robotically. As the beast trained one eye upon her, she was oblivious, although a moment later she felt his breath wrap like a scarf around her body.