Sleeping Dragon Quit this city

The kiss to her chin was nothing new. Wildfire had always taken it as a sign of affection and respect. Now it made her tail arch all the more, the movement still largely subconscious. She stretched her own neck to nibble fondly at the bridge of Freyja's muzzle, aforementioned tail swaying slowly side to side.

The girl's abrupt announcement caused said appendage to still momentarily. Wildfire knew she should be happy about this news, as even at Freyja's age, she could see the magnificent potential in her. Drageda would most assuredly benefit from it if she were to take a position among the Hedonakru. But the Bandrona experienced a flash of something else entirely and it took a moment for her to put a finger on it: jealousy.

It made no sense, so Wildfire did her best to brush it aside. "Oh? Are you angling to become the next Fleimkepa?" she wondered. She didn't know how she managed to sound so genuinely interested and proud when such uncharacteristically ugly thoughts and feelings were flaring within her.