[se] a break in the weather

WESSEX

There’s a curious, rapid sequence of emotions in the dragonling. First, she’s delighted that the other has stopped hissing. Then she’s startled by the color change and the tongue bop on the nose. Finally, she bares her own teeth in actual warning as she crouches down a bit, tail whipping back and forth across the rock.

The man gives a bit of a warning, which makes Wessex smile. “The kid can stand to learn a thing or two.” Either by standing up for herself or seeing the consequences of her actions. Noticing that the man has glance up, she offers a shrug, then look back to the two companions. However, a flicker of something, a small movement, catches her eye an she jerks her head upward. It takes a moment before her eyes narrow at what look like small, moving clouds - or something creating clouds?

“What’s that?” she asks the stranger, pointing up at the unusual thing in the sky.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all