Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

Sleep had not come easily to Freyja. Instead of dozing off easily as her siblings had, the silver-furred child had tossed and turned in an attempt to invite the welcoming arms of sleep upon her. It was only as she laid helplessly on her side that sleep took mercy on her. She was taken softly into her dreams, exhaling softly as she settled in for the nap that was sure to last quite a while. From darkness came a dream and she landed onto the scene delicately. Deer littered the mist-swept fields of her dreams and as she gained awareness of her surroundings her instinct kicked in.

Deer! They were here!

Despite what she had been told about hunting these creatures her possibilities were endless within the realms of her dreams. Crouching into the tall grass, Freyja looked upon the herd cautiously. Even though she was limitless within this world, Freyja still practiced all that she had learned about hunting. Rocking on her haunches, Freyja readied herself to pounce at the nearest deer. But, unfortunately, such preparation would do her little good. Just as she was about to launch herself Frejya woke as something crashed into her.

Jerking awake, Freyja let out a yelp as she caught Hvitserk’s reversal. Her brows fell heavily upon her eyes and a growl passed her lips as she looked on sternly. It was only as Hvitserk apologized that such feelings melted away. Despite her anger she felt that she could not stay mad at her brother. After all, it he had apologized.

But despite his apologies this did not account for the fact that she didn’t get a proper nap. Remaining on her side, Freyja sighed helplessly. She was not optimistic that she would fall back asleep. Instead of trying, she watched on as her brother made his way to the den’s mouth. She was beckoned before he exited and she continued to watch as he slipped out. It did not take her long to push herself onto her paws and followed.

His path took them both to the geyser. She had followed on silently as her curiosity carried her further from any hopes of a nap.  Pausing next to her quietest sibling, Freyja caught sight on to what he had spotted. Lifting her tail, and momentarily locking eyes with Hvitserk, Frejya offered an expression of uncertainty. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, as it looked nothing like she had ever seen, but such facts did not hold her back. “What are you?” she asked Twix bluntly, stepping towards the creature with a questioning expression.