Qeya River all falls down

To Tambourine’s first response, Freyja’s eyebrows once more out of her own curiosity in his reply. Despite this, she did not press on the matter. Instead she went on to reply to his own questions, her expression brightening in light of her own amusement. “I don’t live in a dragon,” she corrected gently. “The mountain is called Sleeping Dragon. Some say that our mountain breathes fire when it wakes.” Drageda had experienced this first hand just a few week ago when the dragon had momentarily woken from it’s sleep. But instead of lava they had been met with ash.

Skirting back to his previous suggestion after a pause, where Tambourine presumably reacted out of amazement in the mountain being able to breathe fire, Freyja smiled. “Sure, let’s do that.”