Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

“Well, the first time I met him I was with Heda,” she began, recalling her memory of the day that the pair had run into Seff and Vuk. “Heda sometimes takes me exploring while she teaches me, so we journeyed somewhere that day.” She was unsure of just where they had been that day. “And then we ran into Seff and his Mom and it didn’t last long, but, the whole I felt like I couldn’t stop looking at him.” She froze for a minute, wondering if that was odd. It felt odd to her to admit that.

“That was awhile ago,” she said after the brief pause. “Then the other day Heda took me out to another territory to learn and we parted ways for lunch. I was following a trail and somehow it lead me right to him. He grew up and is much taller than me.” Towering over Freyja was an easy thing to do. The girl was petite in size, her stature threatening to stand just an inch taller than Wildfire at full height, and everybody seemed large and tall to her. “And then we caught up again before Heda came and found me.” That was the last time she had saw him.