Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

The Medic’s words brought more relief to Freyja and with her nerves calmed, she nodded. Thankfully it did not seem like this pain, though discomfort was really the correct term to explain the sensation in her shoulder, would last very long at all. Perhaps she would even venture to go and try and hunt after this.

She remained silent as the spotted healer slipped into her den and, soon enough, she reappeared with a mystery root. Looking from the root and to Portia’s reaction, Freyja felt her heart freeze momentarily in the presence of the other’s discomfort.

Without taking a bite, Freyja looked up to Portia suspiciously. She wanted nothing more than to avoid eating the ginger but knew that eating it was for the best. So, then, without another word, Frejya reached forward to quickly gobble it up.

Her eyes watered instantly as an odd sensation flared upon her tongue. It was dissatisfying, to say the least, and Freyja looked to Portia helplessly. “B-Blackberries?!” She croaked, her vision becoming foggy as the horrible sensation overcame her.