Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

Her head bobbled in response to Freyja’s question and she smiled. “Yes!” Her tail wagged as she squeaked out her response. Looking to Hvertsik and back to Portia she added a thought. “Hada help brova!” She would do anything to help the most quiet of her siblings.

When she was invited she promptly padded forward to pull alongside her brother. Though she did not burrow as he had done, the silver-coated child sat and looked up to the Skyona, curious to know what she had to offer next. A flower. Excitement overcame her as she looked to the Lavender with interest-- she had never seen a flower that color. “Prillly!” She exclaimed in a silky coo, nudging her brother. “Wite, Hvertsik?”