Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

She knew Freyja would ask for details and she was ready to field her question. Otherwise, she would never have mentioned it. "I don't mind telling you, from one survivor to another," she said quietly, focusing on the movement of her feet on the cold, brittle grass for a moment before speaking further. "I was attacked too. The nature of the attack was a bit different but that's not what's important. I was manhandled and what he did to me—it was painful. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally. It was scary and awful," she said, sure the Feisripa understood that particular part all too well.

"That attack changed me, changed my entire life," Wildfire continued after a steadying breath, lifting her gaze now to peer off into the night but never slowing. "I lost everything afterward because I had such a hard time coping. It hurt my relationships and drove me from my home, actually." She looked a little sharply at Freyja, hoping the same wouldn't happen to her. "They didn't understand what I was going through. That's why I wanted to come talk to you and make sure you knew. You're safe here. You have a support system. You have me."

Another short silence ensued before Wildfire eventually added, "I left everything behind. That's actually what brought me up this way. I used to live much farther southwest. But I wandered in this direction and I found Sleeping Dragon." She paused and amended, "Actually, Sleeping Dragon—the commander, specifically—found me."