Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

She was invited to speak about her new friend and despite the sadness that hung about them, Freyja felt herself smile. “His name is Seff and he lives in Blackfeather Woods,” she began, already feeling her face flush as she thoughts about him. “He likes plants and exploring and he wanted to be my friend. He wants me to teach him about Drageda and hunting and he’ll teach me about plants and exploring.” Her vocabulary was uncharacteristically childish as she explained explain him. Her head reeled as she recalled him, blocking the necessary words she tried to express.

“And he makes me feel funny.” This was an unexpected train of thought that we boarded, but it was true. Something about him made her feel like she had swallowed a mouthful of butterflies.