Branessu remained after class, deep in thought whilst absentmindedly nibbling on her roll. The symbol.. the dragon tongue .. They were connected somehow, but in what way?  Brushing herself off, she washed her cup in the kitchen before heading back to her wagon.  Hitching her horses to her wagon, she led them to her cave. Stepping inside, she visualized how her ideal cave and set about it, starting with moving the larger items like the bed, chairs, tables, cupboards and wardrobe.  Once she was satisfied, she added the books, vases, rugs, cushions, pots, pans, utensils and all other items left in her wagon. She removed her birch chests and placed them at the foot of her bed, filling them with her herbs, poultices and other private items.<br/><br/>Looking around, she beamed with satisfaction and then started on her dragon’s bed.  She put the bed in the corner opposite hers- close enough for comfort, but far enough that if he/she breathed fire she’d have adequate time to oust it.  Lining it with blankets, she added an extra cushion, just in case.  Taking some red paint she drew a large square in the corner of her living room, near the cave door. This was the play area, she used to red to mark a boundary, which she’d enforce.<br/><br/>Exhausted, she fell on the bed, and closed her eyes. Rolling unto her back, she stared at the ceiling, confused. It had become unusually warm, especially in her chest area. It spread until it enveloped her whole body, and she had an uncontrollable urge to curl into a ball. She felt as if she was under layers of blankets, but she hadn’t moved from on top of her bed. Very soon, a low but strong pounding filled her ears. Sitting up, she timed her breathing so that her heart beats were in time with what she believed was her dragon’s own. Soon, dear dragon. We shall meet. She prepared the basket that Lore Master had instructed, and placed it near the door before leaving the room.