Sleeping Dragon that's the spirit

Skaikrasha. The word stuck to her mind like an unsuspecting fly to a spiderweb. So that was the word for it! The next string of words were ones that Freyja had heard before and often was a warning that playtime would soon come to an end. At this thought, she frowned. She did not feel like it was time to go inside and hoped that her Heda agreed to such a thought. She would only consider such a thing until water began to fall from the sky, unless she was told otherwise


“Skawi--” she struggled, her tongue failing to make the proper noises that she wanted them to make. “Skaw…!” she trailed and despite her efforts she could not bring about the caboose of the complex word. She fell silent again, slightly frustrated at the words complexity.