Sleeping Dragon you taught me the courage of stars before you left

It is Hvitserk that awakens first and Thuringwethil begins her crawl inside the den, making herself comfortable near the flock of dragons and pulling the boy in to her chest. He hadn’t made a peep or moved much when he woke but he hadn’t shied away either, and she’d drawn him in enough times that she hoped he wouldn’t fight too much. Her nose presses into him as she licks at his face a few times, pushing on his ears to firmly stand on his head and watch as they flop back down.

“Soon your training will begin,” she murmurs quietly into his chest. Having grown quite attached to the little ones, more than she’d expected, she felt a heavy feeling in her chest about their future. Their training would begin soon, as soon as they were weaned from their mother, and their bodies would toughen up and change into an adult far sooner than they were meant to be.