Sleeping Dragon bittersweet poetry

The sound of Dio’s voice broke her gaze from the cache and, quickly, she looked to him. Upon realizing who it was she smiled and wagged her tail in way of a greeting. “Dio,” she greeting kindly, repositioning herself so that she could face the leader. Out of all the leaders in Drageda, Freyja felt as though she had not gotten much facetime with the Wocha. She was glad that he had decided stop by.

“How have you been?” she asked promptly after her greeting, honestly curious on how he had been fearing.