Sleeping Dragon Getaway

The youth's reassurances only made her eyes leak all the more. She was touched, really, though that sentiment warred with her deep embarrassment. Wildfire really didn't want Freyja seeing her like this. She wasn't holding it together at all. What kind of leader and role model was she right now?

She felt the cool touch of Freyja's nose against her neck and she steeled herself from flinching away, lest she upset the well-meaning Feisripa. "Thanks, Frey," she murmured quietly, trying to get her eyes to stop watering so much. She drew in some deep breaths, trying to steady and collect herself.

She'd instinctively turned her face away but now Wildfire squared her shoulders and sat up straighter, still sniffling but able to look Freyja in the face. "Hormones are no joke," she said weakly.