Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

She would have laughed aloud at that notion, if not for the delicacy of the matter. It amused Wildfire enough to smooth down her fur, the moment of anger thankfully forgotten. She favored Freyja with a small smile, chestnut eyes glittering in the dark, then shook her head lightly.

"I'm glad to hear it seems that way," she answered, "but the truth is that we definitely don't always have our stuff together all the time, me especially." She chewed at her lip a moment before elaborating, "For instance, remember how I told you I was having mood swings? I do try not to let it show around most people... but, as you can tell, I'm far from perfect." She gave the child a knowing look, as if to say, Did you see me the other day?

"I'm usually a diplomat. That's what my very title means." Wildfire gazed down at her paws. "But I've been having a hard time controlling my temper lately. And what he did to you..." She swallowed, teeth clenching, the muscles in her jaw jumping. "It just pissed me off horribly, especially knowing how long he got away with it." Her eyes flicked upward, apologetic. "I don't blame you for that, though."