Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

Portia was so shocked she couldn't even congratulate her friend. Her tail wagged quickly, thumping loudly against the dusty earth. Her ears stood perked straight up and her eyes gleamed with pride-- her friend had moved his way all the way to the top! Though she didn't care for power herself, she understood the luxuries of it-- it was the responsibilities that kept her happy at the bottom. The crowd died down a bit, but Portia's tail still wagged happily at her hips, her lips still curved into a bright smile. 

The Heda beckoned her forward, and for a moment she was confused why. The Skayona had been so focused on Dio she'd almost stopped paying attention. There was a slight moment of confusion that was quickly followed by a pause in her tail wagging and a dip of her head. "Of course," she said, and moved her way to the front gracefully, unaffected by the previous moment of unawareness.

Portia begins as soon as she receives an 'a-okay' from Thuringwethil. She moves swiftly but gracefully, quick but careful in all of her actions. The stone is quickly swiped across the shoulder of their leader, and afterwards the ashes and then the antibiotic. She prodded a few extra times for precaution, but when she'd finished she dipped her head to her leaders-- sneaking a quick glance at the newly pronounced Wocha-- and waited to be dismissed or addressed again.