Sleeping Dragon Fire

Hope you don't mind me fading here <3

"Átta," he repeated in mild reverence, his mind pondering over the other titles she had given him: shield-maiden, valkyrie. He let a comfortable silence spread between them, finding himself at peace in her silvered presence. His imperial thoughts had fled him, and the entirety of his muscular body seemed so at ease that it was difficult to imagine that he wouldn't live there with the Dragons for very long. His eyes had fallen to their dark landscape, and when he looked back at Gyda, it was another hour or so of chatting before they parted ways. But before any of that, the wolf said: "My real name is Arkham Solothurn."