Sleeping Dragon light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun

All welcome! Maybe @Toxochelys, @Portia, and/or @Uleön?

As the day goes on, and spending a little time with the baby dragons earlier, Thuringwethil sets to put her skills to the borders. It is likely a few more days before Wildfire and Gavriel return but each passing day gives her concern. Anything could have happened between them leaving and getting to their destination and Thuringwethil wouldn’t know for some time. She tries her best to shove the thoughts away and focus on what she can control and so her attention returns back to their security.

She spends more time between the ridge and the hollows and some to the north where they are potentially exposed to the grotto. It has been some time since she’d been informed of what happened and no signs of them since, thankfully, and the similar repeat of history would cause less damage this time. Nonetheless, their security will not change for some, until she knows the grotto is no longer an issue.

Thuringwethil brushes her shoulder against a tree the lines her claim and occasionally she’ll relieve herself to mark, but the strength of the border now has improved and there’s no question left who belongs here.