Sleeping Dragon they wanna make me their queen

Freyja's display went unnoticed by Eske who had stubbornly turned her back to her sister, more interested in getting back to her mission. Kos wasn't an answer, Eske wanted to argue back but let out another, louder, more theatrical huff turned sigh. She marched on, steps slowing only when the scent of Drageda's borders became much more pronounced. Good. It meant they were close enough to actually begin their patrol, since it was apparent that Freyja wasn't going anywhere soon. In part, this annoyed Eske who very much liked to do things on her own; thus making her rounds without an adult. Though the Grounder Princess thought herself the ferocity of Drageda she was still (irritatingly) a child. Yet, that did not dampen her ardent spirit nor did it shatter her confidence.

“Kep in, Freyja.” Eske offered Freyja when she felt the other girl nudge her shoulder affectionately, a toothy grin tugging at the edges of her lips as she reminded herself to keep her pace even. This wasn't a race, after all. They were patrolling to make sure there wasn't anyone lurking that shouldn't have been. Eske had yet to come across an outsider but the prospect excited her (much more than it probably should have).