Dragoncrest Cliffs jus drein jus daun

The Heda doesn’t acknowledge her request to go other than a single look, then looking elsewhere. She’s worried to look over at Blixen to see her look but she does anyway, holding her breath and quickly looking away. She looks on either side of her net as they fill in and she shuffles back so that she isn’t so much on the spot anymore and just waits to see what the leader has to say. She doesn’t suspect she’ll actually get to go along when she hadn’t been acknowledged and she accepts it, trying to focus on the words until she does hear her name. Staring hard at the ground, her ears slowly fall back against her head.
 
She’s going.
 
Shit.