"Likely Kri or Azzuen will answer." She murmured thoughtfully, contemplating on the last she'd heard of the dynamics within the Tuuli. Granted that had been at a meeting of the Tuuli and had nothing to do with political bonds between official herds, so far as Gossamer was concerned.
Above her a dragon's voice was lifted in song, a merry tune beckoning the one who'd taken a moment to fly in play with him, so long before. The blue seemed unfazed but the heat, floating on thermals with his expansive wings that bore his lithe figure with ease. She could have been jealous, and might've been for just a flicker of a heartbeat, but there was no need to spoil the simple happiness of the dragon.