Rising Sun Valley You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

At her quiet words, a soft smile and a similar flush met his muzzle, and he glanced at the earth a moment before looking back up to her again. His glinting optics signaled his silent agreement, though caught up in another episode of fumbling for words he did not speak again.

Her words of Drageda interested him greatly, and he listened raptly, ears perked. Her title, Feisripa, interested him especially. Feisripa...face ripper? It couldn't possibly mean face ripper...Freyja was most definitely not. Right? Of course. "Freyja Feisripa" he mused aloud, thoughtful. "What does it mean?" He asked curiously. Already Drageda enticed him, even by the short description Freyja gave.