Sleeping Dragon Simply to move through the sunlight

It was a bit of a lost cause, it seemed.  Rosalyn wondered briefly if it was simply Freyja's nature or this place that made such focused a focused adolescent (a question that would soon enough be answered, in her mind).

A younger Rosalyn would have been flabbergasted and perhaps laughed aloud at their complete differences in perspective, but older Roz had a tiny bit of control.  So instead she shook her head and shrugged.  "Good for you, then."  She said, and she meant it.  Just because she was a bit of a loose cannon didn't mean she wished that on others.  Life was probably easier for the focused.  "I bet Wildfire appreciates that."  Hell, what teacher wouldn't? A kid like Freyja was a dream to mentor.