Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

Freyja was calmed as Wildfire was, and the Feisripa quickly re-gained the delicate smile that had previously occupied her face. She nodded as she listened to the Bandrona’s confession, her tail tipping and her eyes kind as she took it all in. With Wildfire’s reassurance, she was all the more convinced that not everybody was perfect all the time.

The leader’s anger seemed to resurface at the mention of Goliath and her happiness fleeted at the very mention of the Gona. Though she did her very best to keep as strong face, she frowned and shifted, unsure how to respond.

“He’s not nice,” she decided eventually, allowing for a heavy pause to settle between them. Her shoulders sagged, as if the weight of the past 48 hours had lifted somewhat. “But, I’m trying to learn that he is not worth the energy I’ve been focusing on him…” she trailed, looking up to the mentor with wide eyes. “But I’m finding that even difficult.”