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

I’m just gonna wrap this up. ^^;

Frejya’s excitement makes her smile and she longs for the day they are old enough to explore their home, to become dragons in their own right, and rule the land with Drageda blood. It gave them hope and promise for the future, that they are doing something right and with four puppies and Gyda surviving the famine only proves it. She knows she’ll miss these days when they are simple, but memories she’ll harbor for a long, long time.

Eske’s displeasure distracts her from her thoughts and she snorts, nudging the girl playfully with her nose. She lets go of the silvery puppy between her paws, giving the girls time to play with one another while Thuringwethil watches guard.