Sleeping Dragon sleeping with the moon and the stars

Freyja announces her excitement and Thuringwethil nods, feeling the same. She’d been young, too, when she’d gone through hers, close to Freyja’s age, and it had been a wonder. With the elk having fallen in their lap, she hopes to feel a repeat of that once more. It’ll unite all of them and hopefully the Seageda born and bred will grow a little fonder of those that have made up Drageda for so long. “This will be Drageda’s first. But my wolves, from Seageda, have always done this. Trigeda will celebrate it, too,” she says. The opportunities they have are would be endless if they were closer to one another but their distance, for the moment, has meant little.