Sleeping Dragon by means which have never yet been tried

Hvitserk is the first—and only—one to arrive. It doesn’t necessarily surprise him but he smiles anyway and lowers his head to nudge to the top of his skull. The greeting is quiet but the head bump is strong, which only gets stronger as the boy gets bigger. He stands taller than his sister, so far, as they all begin to fill out and show their potential. “Enti?” he asks, pointing out the meal he’d brought before he licks the stray blood from his lips.