Sleeping Dragon the halls of æsir trembled

Eske's arrival into the world came as a surprise to the Dróttning though this was not something that the spear of the Gods was like to ever know. The newborn knew warmth and that her world had trembled violently as her mother birthed her into the world only to feel a unwelcome chill as her mother cleaned her. Yet, this was not something that Eske allowed quietly. She squirmed and mewled, not yet able to find the wail of displeasure that she truly wanted to go. Breathing was strange and the onslaught of her mother's tongue worked to soothe her despite her desire to be unruly. She fought but won over to the comfort that Gyda provided. A protesting chirp left Eske as she felt Gyda guide her beside her siblings — her body pressed against another plump thing, and blindly she gummed for a teat ...her body knowing what she needed though she understood nothing other than contentedness and discontent. When she was successful in finding one she latched on and began to suckle, a soft coo leaving her lips as the sweet, warm milk smoothed it's way into her stomach.