Sleeping Dragon hollow body weather

Had she known the tracker to be Freyja, young Thyri would have made a greater effort to escape the wandering hunter. She was no fool; while she truly believed herself to be stronger and more suitable a dragon than the slate-coated sibling, the storm chaser did not wish to push against the presence of the princess. Instead, she thought it best to keep to herself.
 
Where Freyja thought her a mean-spirited pariah, Thyri believed her actions to be necessary and a valid part of growing into a true dragon born. Their last meeting had set the tone for the adults they were destined to become, and while it was almost unfair to base such an assumption on the actions of children… it was how she was beginning to think.
 
Trekking higher, the stormy child found herself a perch and watched with a keen set of pale brown eyes. The chilling winds tousled her pelt and she shivered against it. In spite of the frigid air, she found herself exhilarated as she awaited her follower.