Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

eske's such a brat i sw2g. >_> *punts her*

 

Hearing everyone praise Freyja up and down was almost enough to make Eske — whose skin prickled with her natural competitive nature — turn around and walk away. She would have, if not for the smack down stare Gyda gave her. She let out a low huff under her breath, muzzle wrinkling back from her teeth. Freyja deserved the praise, Eske knew. She knew; but that didn't keep the nasty green monster of envy in her from rearing it's ugly head. Freyja was the perfect older sister that everyone adored and was like some princess. Eske did not join in praising her, instead rolling her eyes quietly where she sulked at Gyda's side, ignoring her mother's burning glare at her. Eske was the Grounder Princess and Freyja was not. Eske wanted to fight. She could feel the need bubble and seethe just beneath her skin. If this meeting was just going to be a Freyja Show then Eske wanted nothing to do with it. Surely there was some loner she could go harass somewhere. Which, as far as she was concerned, would be a much better waste of time than this.