Sleeping Dragon you are made of galaxies with stardust stuck to your ribs

She’s only given a moment with Freyja before the playing ceases and a stiff, pudgy leg presses into one of her nostrils. Her nose wrinkles up a little and she huffs, lifting her head that allows the sunshine spills across the pale girl.

Keeping her still between her paws becomes her focus so she doesn’t lose sight of her but then there’s a sudden splash of brown out the corner of her eye. She jerks her head and jerks a little to keep the area blocked off. Now having to watch two little puppies makes her nervous but they are small, easily moveable potatoes, how hard could it be?