Sleeping Dragon stormchaser

At that age, Thyri did not believe her brother to be incapable of anything. He was born from the blood of the dragon, just as she was, and so he was destined for great things. Her mind was still young and she was incapable of understanding that her mentality would change as she aged. The crackling spirit inside of her would seek to find the storm as opposed to the comfort of her family. It was a sad truth, but she was far more feral and driven by her instincts than her emotions. With this, though, there was a fleeting moment of affection as she gazed on her sibling. A warmth struck her shimmering blue eyes and she was able to pull herself away from the looming storm clouds and rumbling thunder. There would be plenty of time to chase the skies, she thought to herself.
 
Shaking the drops of water from her coat, the young Goufa made a motion for them to head back into their den. She was certain to keep Hvitserk close to her side. The warmth of their home was calling to her, and she longed to nuzzle deep into the fur of Gyda and drift off into a peaceful sleep.