Sleeping Dragon there's an old man sitting on the throne

Much had been happening in Freyja’s life, so much that she couldn’t even begin to wrap her mind around everything that had happened in the previous days. Shrugging with these thoughts in mind, she replied with a soft, “ait”. Decidedly, this was the best she could offer in that moment. With this said, she turned back to the road ahead.

The scent of the sickly prey was growing stronger with every stride the took and soon enough, it was intense enough to cause her halt. Stiffening, Freyja glanced to Eske as her body grew rigid and her face grew expressionless. From her sister’s face, Freyja glanced before them and he eyes fell to the figure in the distance.

Quickly, the former Feisripa devised a plan. “Gyon au lesad,” she said, beckoning to the direction. She knew that Eske would be much more successful in bringing down the doe than she, given her siblings brute strength. “Leda der.” She beckoned to some foliage near where the deer wandered off before turning back to her sibling again. Freyja would be the one to drive the prey so that the aspiring Gona could strike it down.

“Shoun raun,” she decided, hesitating her approach on the prey in favor of hearing what her sister had to say on the matter.