Sleeping Dragon bring me the horizon

The little warrior trained her gaze on her sister with an intense expression. The way in which Freyja had made the attempt to lift herself was a powerful gesture. It was a sign that she was not weak, and the fear of falling could not hold her in the clutches of the earth. Her talons were sharp, but the fang of the wolf was far more powerful. As she stood once again, there was a flash of triumph between the two sisters. 

"Good, Frey... you strong, " the stormchaser said with a nod of her skull and a quick gesture of her tail. The moon child had defeated her crippling vision of failure, and the young dragon felt swelling pride for her kin.