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

If Eske would have known how to swear a string of the utmost unladylike profanities would have came from her mouth when Thuringwethil jerked and blocked off her path to the free world. She had to stop suddenly, which ended up with the grounder princess skidding a bit and bumping into Heda's side with a “Oof!”. She tumbled back, blinked, squinted at her Heda, sucked in a deep breath and let out a wail that stated her protest and unhappiness about being cut off from where she wanted to go. She wasn't sure where just that she wanted to romp around in that green stuff and chase that thing that zoomed on by. She had been deceived. She had thought she was finally free of that prison den only to be cut off from truly getting to explore.

It was so unfair. A scowl twisted the princess' face and she plopped down on her bum harshly with a characteristicly grumpy “hmph.”.