And then she woke up with a start. Birds chirped upon the wall outside of her window, and pale sunlight spilled into the room. She took a second to catch her breath, not moving from her comfortable position, her one open eye darting about the room before she curled up into her quilted bed covers, nuzzling her head down into the soft folds with a groan. It was another nightmare, a bad one, but not one about Geoffrey, oh no. It had been weeks now, weeks since it happened. Weeks since the rain and the fire, the burning tents and the strange magic that had forced the clouds themselves to fall to the earth. Weeks since she had chosen to help save trapped griffons and ponies while others sought to help put a stop to the rampaging dragon. Weeks since they had found the sundered shield, half buried in mud and water, on the edge of a shallow crater when it was all said and done.