Sleeping Dragon red: the color of desire

There was a shift in her mother’s features, Freyja caught onto it quickly, and despite this she did not offer any words in attempt to soothe the other’s pain. Instead, her own expression softened in way of showing her sympathy for what her mother was feeling in that moment. She personally had never lost anybody near to her, but, she could only imagine the pain that Gyda was feeling. She felt for her mother, but did not know how to relate in that moment.

As these feelings had settled heavily within her heart, the Gona began telling the tale of Ragnar. Listening, Freyja took in all the information she could. But, there was a point of the tale that struck out particularly to the child. “Hard decisions?” she questioned quietly, lifting a brow.