Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

"Thank you, Frey," Wildfire replied as the youth made her exit, then added, "See you later." She peered fondly in the Feisripa's direction as she backed out of the den and left, then shifted a little—not without a slight pained whine—and let her chin sink to the floor. She was out within minutes.

She roused to find Thuringwethil beside her, warm and soft. "Hey," she murmured sleepily, lifting her head. After greeting her mate, Wildfire turned to the squirrel the Feisripa had brought her and gently dragged it toward herself. She split it into two halves, pushing the lion's share toward the commander. She wasn't that hungry but she knew she must eat in order to recuperate.

Over their meal, the Bandrona mentioned her idea to Thuringwethil, explaining a godparent's traditional role and how she intended to use it for Freyja. It was more a title of honor, a figurehead, than anything else. When the Heda didn't seem opposed to the idea, Wildfire let slip that she'd already mentioned it to Freyja and how excited she had been about it. She grinned sheepishly when the commander agreed to it and vowed to tell Freyja as soon as she saw her again.