Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

Wildfire continued schooling her expression as she took a seat near the Feisripa. Only when Freyja bounced the question back at her did it occur to her that maybe she didn't need to hide her strange mood from her young friend. Her mouth opened to say something, then clapped shut a moment later as she considered this. How she felt today had nothing at all do with her or anyone else, so why should she go to such efforts to mask it?

"I'm feeling kinda out of sorts, actually," Wildfire admitted. It felt good, being real with Freyja rather than trying to pretend. It wasn't as if she was going to mistreat the girl because of it. "Really moody and sort of feisty. I think it's because of the hormones." She stopped there, not really sure how much the youngster knew of these things and whether she should discuss them at all. It seemed like the sort of topic Gyda or Gavriel should cover with her.