Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

The strings of Freyja’s heart strummed as she watched her mentor flinch at the touch. Quickly, her ears flattened at the site and she silently scolded herself for causing the Bandrona any discomfort. When Wildfire apologized, Freyja shook her head with a frown. “No, please, don’t be sorry,” she urged quietly. Wildfire had no reason to be sorry, as much as Freyja was concerned. When it was explained that the red-furred woman would not be eating, Freyja simple nodded and seated herself. The squirrel was Wildfire’s and she could do whatever she pleased with it, as far as Freyja was concerned.

The conversation flipped from Wildfire’s being and onto Freyja and as she was asked on her being, the Feisripa hesitated. She was fine most of the time, especially when she had a distraction, but she was often vulnerable when she was only with herself.

“I’m… better,” she concluded after a pause, her undertones heavy with the thoughts that plagued her young mind. “I’ve been keeping myself pre-occupied, but, when I’m alone, he haunts me.” Uncomfortable at the subject matter, she shook herself, as if attempting to rid herself of the memory that followed her like a dark raincloud.