Sleeping Dragon bring me the horizon

Thyri pulled her head back almost indignantly at the query that was offered to her. She maintained the eye contact that she had with Freyja, but she could not understand how she was intended to answer such a silly question. How was she supposed to be strong? By just doing it… by taking her fears and swallowing them until she could turn those terrors into fire and breathe them back into the world like a true dragon was intended to do. Thyri might have been young, but she knew that her sister was not weak, and so the stormchaser rose to her paws and moved to stare Freyja directly in the eyes.
 
“Why you afraid?” she asked her with an intense expression. Perhaps if the young child knew what was so frightening, she could do better to assist her silver-cloaked sibling. Fears were a large part of life, but it was the overcoming of fears that made them significant.