Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

"Well, hun," Portia said quietly, smiling weakly, "I'm not sure who was here before me, but it wasn't my mother. I was born far, far away from Drageda." Her tail tapped thoughtfully against the ground, studying Freyja to see how her face changed-- if it did. "I left home a long time ago," she added as a second thought, still curious what Freyja would make of all that.