Sleeping Dragon our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry

It was the young before him that caught Tanja's eye the most. Eske and Freyja were easily recognizable, but the other two he did not know. He figured they were Gavriel's, Thyri and Hvitserk if he recalled their names correctly. Each distinct personality stood out while the adolescents mingled and the gray male wondered why the tawny female chose not to stand with her siblings. There seemed to be tension lurking in the air, but the man assumed it was only some childish sibling rivalry. 

His focus remained on each of the young until Heda decided to approach the group that had joined around him. He hadn't noticed the patchwork female or the ivory wocha until now but he made sure to shoot them a smile if they should look his way. After all this was a celebration and it was only right to put on a smile, even if forced. Though a grin found its way on to his face with ease when Heda said they would separate the head from the body. And Tanja curious thought of how the skull could make the perfect crown.