it doesn't take long after her return to the teekon wilds until q realizes that something is terribly wrong. horrifically, she sees as she peers southwest and takes a choking breath in the smoke and ash spewing from sleeping dragon. rivers of molten lava spill from its peek like burning tears. her ears taper back against her skull and her violetta purple eyes are sorrowful as she regards the utter destruction. as far as she knew, none called the slumbering dragon home and yet ...yet it is still crushing to see. fear inducing, even. she's jittery as she gives it a wide birth, keeping to the far edges of the kildeer rest, wondering what had gone so wrong. it hadn't been too long that she had been back in these wilds chasing the trail of her biological father.
not that wintersbane had been much of a father.
sentinel was her real father the only father that counted. and her dear brother! oh! where were they? were they safe? she blinks away the tears that result from the smokesting and keeps pushing west seeking to put as much distance as she can between her and the dragon that slept no more as quickly as possible.
not that wintersbane had been much of a father.
sentinel was her real father the only father that counted. and her dear brother! oh! where were they? were they safe? she blinks away the tears that result from the smokesting and keeps pushing west seeking to put as much distance as she can between her and the dragon that slept no more as quickly as possible.
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