Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

Her tough exterior began to crumble with every word that was shared. Attempting to get herself under control, Freyja shifted uneasily, the words stinging much more than she had anticipated. Though she was relieved to have such a wonderful support system and to not be alone in all of this a large majority of her being hurt in the wake of what had happened and the silence she had to keep after. As a pause settled between them, and Freyja felt tears pricking at her eyes, she leaned forward so that she could press her head to Wildfire’s shoulder and breathed in heavily as some tears began to fall.

She didn’t want to cry nor did she want to have somebody have such an impact on her existence and, yet, here she was on the brink of tears.

She only pulled back when Wildfire spoke again, blinking rapidly, finding herself quite interested in the other’s tale. “H-How did you find Heda?” she asked, in an attempt to compose herself.