Descending the grand stair case that lead into the very bowels of Ben Nevis, the pale dragoness steadied her nerves. Entering the cavernous dwellings of the last titan born, Kukka approached the lit firepit, illuminated by the wood fire loomed Hillengrad. Truly colossal in stature and displeased with her unwanted house guest. Hillengrad speaks with elegant yet disdainful words

"Why have you come seeking my council whelp of Petterson? Could you parents no longer stand you? Or did Ejderha send you to burden me with? Either way you are late. You should have arrived four days prior."

Kukka steadies her nerves.
"I come on my own accord, I have travelled for a very long time and seek your wisdom."

Hillengrad glances down to Kukka. Her face still scowling.
"Why should I shall teach you? An ungrateful whelp such as yourself deserves nothing. Your behaviour towards others sickens me, just like your grandfather!"

Kukka clenches
"Very well, I will leave."

Kukka turns and limps off towards the gigantic stair case. Hillengrad notices the stumps of Kukka's clipped wings and her gravid state. Her war scarred face softens.

"Petterson wait. You may stay, on account you tell me your tale!"

I commissioned the ever lovely  kaitycuddle to draw up this scene.

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