Dragoncrest Cliffs the flame will protect

At first, she isn’t sure what to think of the topic. She holds her gaze for a moment longer, blinks slowly in consideration, and then nods her head once to acknowledge the request. In a way, it comes as a surprise. Not that Eske wants to be more than gona, to be more to Drageda, but to be in such a position as Cheka. A position of trust between one and their Heda, and the rest of the hedonakru if needed, as well as some power over the guardians below her. Thuringwethil does not dismiss the idea entirely, despite her surprise, but contemplates with a hum.

“It requires a lot of work to be Cheka,” she says, though she doesn’t doubt that she knows that. “You will be with me most of the time, or somewhere nearby, and you will always be with me if I leave the territory,” she adds. Eske knows the ranks of Drageda, knows what lies within them and those that are not help. They are positions of power but in different ways of their own. They work and live and die for the kru that stands above them. “Is that what you want?”