Sleeping Dragon listen how your heart beats inside me

One makes themselves comfortable within her plush fur, nosing and head butting around something new. She’d been around them, briefly, but this is certainly the closest she’d been since they’d been born. Days old now, they held onto their strength. Gyda lives within each of them, as well as Seageda—they were nothing short of Drageda blood now. The first of many, she hopes, even if they hadn’t quite been ready. Thuringwethil would make them ready.

Another one ventures away from the warmth of her mother and siblings, before hesitating once she’s out of touch. Thuringwethil’s long snout nudges her, before she gingerly puts her teeth on her scruff to pull her closer and sets her down next to Eske. With a smile on her features, warmed by their presence against her, offers a few soothing licks of Freyja’s own comfort.