Sleeping Dragon bring me the horizon

She watched her sibling carefully, hanging onto her every move with hope. What wisdom did she have to share? What tricks did she have up her sleeve? None, apparently. She shuffled back slightly as Thyri dropped to meet eyes, uncomfortable by the closeness and the intensity dancing in the younger dragon’s eyes. When Thri responded with a counter, Freyja froze in her place. Why you afraid?

Detaching her gaze from her sister, Freyja looked down to the ground with a frown. “I falleded,” she responded quietly as she placed one paw over the other, her uncertainty shaping her very being in that moment.