Dragoncrest Cliffs i found the rooms between the violence of comets

when the commander's call lifts over the howl of the frigid winds that battered at eske's sore albeit healing ( if not slowly ) body she adjusts her course from the borders towards the hougeda. she nurses her limp but stubbornly insists on patrols and her little ...escapades outside of drageda. forcing herself into a comfortable bubble of hardly ever leaving drageda had been a mistake eske realizes, and not one the wanlida is intending to make again. she swallows her reluctance and shrugs inside hougeda, hoping that the storm does not trap them inside for days on end. she doesn't like being trapped and she certainly doesn't like being trapped in a confined space. after a while, the stone walls began to feel like they were pressing in and around her even though she knows they do not move.

her gaze touches tirgatao briefly in acknowledgement of the woman's presence before her attention moves to dio whom appears busy grooming his paws — she offers him a soft chuff of greeting before she moves to heda, offering her commander a lick under her chin in both greeting and submission. with her greetings of the gathered out of the way she finds a place that is close to the mouth of hougeda but not too close that she is troubled by the chill that seeps in and slowly ( definitely slower than she's used to ) she settles into a comfortable, sphinx-like position, biting back the small groan of pain that she feels bubbling in her throat. pain is weakness leaving the body, she reminds herself as she focuses her attention upon her commander then, assuming there is a reason that she and dio were summoned.