Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

Regardless of what she did, Freyja could not sleep. She tossed and turned from within the family den, never quite finding the most comfortable position. She was troubled how things had turned out yesterday and wondered if things would end up nipping her in the rear at a latter date. Though she knew she did no wrong in the situation, she felt as if she did.

Eventually, as she admitted defeat, Freyja cautiously picked herself from her spot within the family den and pulled herself from it so that she was out in the open. She did not dare meander away, feeling all too safe in the proximity of her family, and instead laid alongside the entrance, exhaling heavily as she laid.

Having nothing to do in particular, Freyja set her sights into the night, not settling at anything in particular and stared into the void that was the night.