Dragoncrest Cliffs Somewhere over the rainbow

Thuringwethil breathes a sigh of relief, slowing to a stop to stare at her mate as she elaborates on the situation. She blinks a few times as she processes it, fitting the pieces together. Four strong, healthy children has given her room to feel comfortable that, while she noticed Bat wasn’t always there or that she slept a lot, she never noticed the signs as Wildfire had. For all Thuringwethil assumed, Bat simply inherited Étoille’s underwhelming laid back attitude.

“I don’t think we should worry, not yet,” she says, wondering if they’ve waited too long but none of the other litters were any faster. Eventually, they’ll learn all the same things the others did when it comes to taking care of themselves and Drageda. “They begin training soon, perhaps it is all she needs to give her motivation,” she adds, trying to shelve the worry she now feels and the sudden scrutiny lingering on every thought regarding her youngest daughter. The last thing she wants to think about is a decision like this so soon, but she offers a weak, somewhat hurt smile, “or if she needs to visit Bobby for more training.”