Qeya River under the dome

When the woman speaks, Thuringwethil puts her full attention on her. Her discomfort became obvious and she isn’t sure if she needs to take a step back and give them room or continue as she’s being. The river is distance enough away and they are on the other side, but neither of them bares a scent that she can put a threat to and neither followed up with a title or home to their names. Seff speaks then, a question, and his curiosity holds Thuringwethil’s attention for a moment longer but she doesn’t move in any direction to indicate any intentions.

“It is,” she tells the boy. In fact, it stands behind them. The dragon sitting in Thuringwethil and Freyja’s backdrop but she does not explain this. Their own intentions have not been made clear. “Are you passing through?”