Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

"Did he?" Portia asks, her smile brightening slightly. "Freyja did you track me down for him?" she then asks, but in a way that sounds more like praise than a question. She can't remember being so great at tracking when she was so young-- then again, she can't remember ever trying to track something. No matter, she impressed Portia all the same. The boy buried himself into her chest and then stared up at her with a wide pair of puppy-blue eyes, so precious. She invited Freyja closer with the tilt of her head before addressing Hvitserk's next unspoken question.

"Lavender, hun," she tells the boy. "A type of flower-- like the Dandelions I showed you last time we met. Much prettier though, in my opinion," she continues, tail sweeping against the earth.