Sleeping Dragon bring me the horizon

As the frail voice of Freyja fell against Thyri’s ears, the young girl blinked out of surprise at the response that had been offered. Her silver sister had fallen! Who had dared to lift her to an area where she would fall? They were children of the great Gyda and Gavriel; they were not destined to fall from anywhere. The stormchaser lifted her head upward and peered around curiously for a ledge that might have housed Freyja before her drop, but she could not locate a single perch. Once she had properly scoured the entire den, she turned her attention back to the little moon and breathed out a huff of a sigh. It was not done out of irritation, but understanding. The girl had fallen in her dreams as well…
 
“Get up… ‘gain?” Thyri then prompted with a hopeful expression on her young face. What other reason did they have to fall? So they could rise.