Only the space of heartbeat passed before she found that she was not alone in the temple of the gods. Her glass gaze, the color of her eyes so light a blue that often they appeared translucent, cut across the room towards the darkness where someone of such a light color should not have been able to hide. Raum had always been one for the impossible, it was what made him the perfect Crow to send to the Day Court; although she couldn’t say she envied him at all. She much preferred the Night Court and it’s ways, the way that night swaddled her children like a tender mother. No...Daylight was much to harsh for the likes of Freya, who had grown up in the night’s embrace long before she had even truly known it.
Save for his words, she might had tensed in reaction to the sudden interruption but the voice was all too familiar. And then, like the wraith he was -- he appeared too close to her, causing her to step to the side. The sound of her feet clipping the floor was scuffled in her haste to move, as a frown settled deep on to her features. It took several moments for her to wash it away, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she opened her lips to speak. ”I came to give my offering. A respect that I show my king, if not the goddess herself.” She said, her voice much more level than she currently felt. She might not care for the crows in the public’s eye, but she did fret after them in her personal thoughts. Raum had assigned to the Day Court and she had cornered him up after it all came out, pressing on him...in her own way that he would promise to be safe out there amongst strangers.
To see him now, obviously faring well, pleased her to some extent. The dark haired beauty brushed back her hair, pretending to instead be smoothing out her appearance rather than checking out every inch of him for undue marks.
When Mila appeared, the freckled girl doing as Raum had done before her -- appearing from the shadows, Freya grows even more unsettled. Her private worship was quickly turning into a Crow gathering, which would only mean trouble since that was what the Crows were good at.
”Oh, bite me.” The night kissed mare retorted, giving a little snort at the absurdity. Her gaze flashed to Raum, to confirm that they were indeed the farthest thing from a couple. Freya was an ice queen when it came to actual relationships, and although they had briefly held each other’s interest -- those days were far behind them. Especially because she could sense what a love-struck fool he was for…
“Well, long time no see…” A familiar voice said, and if Freya had not known the auburn-haired beauty by her voice, that silly bun on top of her head would have given her away. Rhoswen, the fair maiden of a fair house -- once part of Denocte but forsaking the moonlight for that of the sun. Freya frowned, pulling her head up to give her some height as the elegant mistress towered over her. She had some hard feelings against Rhoswen, for a multitude of reasons she didn’t particularly care to revisit. She shifted her weight, swinging her hips around so that she could keep everyone in her line of sight as her dark tail slashed against her hocks, a sign of her irritation.
She had come up on this mountain for peace, not some godforsaken reunion.
”Not long enough, if you were to ask me -- not that anyone does.” Freya muttered bitterly, looking the mare over. When the giant stallion appeared, she decided to pick her side -- letting lithe steps take her closer to the freckled familiarity of Mila. Besides, if there was to be trouble she’d rather have the poison-wielding youngster at her back than a traitorous snake and someone who was supposed to be under cover. He was a beast in size, towering even higher than the tallest of them that had arrived so far; yet he paid no mind to the two Night Court patrons in favor of those from his own court.
She kept her eyes on him, quite intimidating with those horns of his his and the peculiar split of his chest. It seemed like teeth lingered along the outside and Freya had a morbid curiosity if it might open, revealing a blackened heart at any moment.
”How many Solterrans does it take to give an offering?” She posed the question aloud, glancing at Mila. An unusual and strange looking smile had curled onto her lips, only to fall away at the arrival of Aislinn -- causing the banshee to pin back her ears in annoyance as the Champion of Battle joined the fray. This was certainly not how she had seen her night going, and it would put her off from visiting Caligo for a long time. Like a battering ram, the winged gypsy’s voice cut through them.
Her laughter floated out amongst the cavern like a mist, before cutting short -- a brow raised over one of her glass eyes. ”Oh...you were serious?” Freya said, pinning her ears back against her head. The gold and sapphire adornment on her face glinting as she turned her head away again. ”We were just fine until you decided to show up.” She said, although she too had a distrust of the daylight -- she wasn’t about to let anyone tell her what to do, even if it would piss Reich off that she defied his little Champion.
”Take yourself back to the Keep. Things were just getting fun.” She said nonchalantly, turning back to the group of Daylighters who smelled of sand and sun.
just wanted to say holy hell the response to this thread was overwhelming.
@Raum @Mila @Rhoswen @Torstein @Aislinn
Save for his words, she might had tensed in reaction to the sudden interruption but the voice was all too familiar. And then, like the wraith he was -- he appeared too close to her, causing her to step to the side. The sound of her feet clipping the floor was scuffled in her haste to move, as a frown settled deep on to her features. It took several moments for her to wash it away, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she opened her lips to speak. ”I came to give my offering. A respect that I show my king, if not the goddess herself.” She said, her voice much more level than she currently felt. She might not care for the crows in the public’s eye, but she did fret after them in her personal thoughts. Raum had assigned to the Day Court and she had cornered him up after it all came out, pressing on him...in her own way that he would promise to be safe out there amongst strangers.
To see him now, obviously faring well, pleased her to some extent. The dark haired beauty brushed back her hair, pretending to instead be smoothing out her appearance rather than checking out every inch of him for undue marks.
When Mila appeared, the freckled girl doing as Raum had done before her -- appearing from the shadows, Freya grows even more unsettled. Her private worship was quickly turning into a Crow gathering, which would only mean trouble since that was what the Crows were good at.
”Oh, bite me.” The night kissed mare retorted, giving a little snort at the absurdity. Her gaze flashed to Raum, to confirm that they were indeed the farthest thing from a couple. Freya was an ice queen when it came to actual relationships, and although they had briefly held each other’s interest -- those days were far behind them. Especially because she could sense what a love-struck fool he was for…
“Well, long time no see…” A familiar voice said, and if Freya had not known the auburn-haired beauty by her voice, that silly bun on top of her head would have given her away. Rhoswen, the fair maiden of a fair house -- once part of Denocte but forsaking the moonlight for that of the sun. Freya frowned, pulling her head up to give her some height as the elegant mistress towered over her. She had some hard feelings against Rhoswen, for a multitude of reasons she didn’t particularly care to revisit. She shifted her weight, swinging her hips around so that she could keep everyone in her line of sight as her dark tail slashed against her hocks, a sign of her irritation.
She had come up on this mountain for peace, not some godforsaken reunion.
”Not long enough, if you were to ask me -- not that anyone does.” Freya muttered bitterly, looking the mare over. When the giant stallion appeared, she decided to pick her side -- letting lithe steps take her closer to the freckled familiarity of Mila. Besides, if there was to be trouble she’d rather have the poison-wielding youngster at her back than a traitorous snake and someone who was supposed to be under cover. He was a beast in size, towering even higher than the tallest of them that had arrived so far; yet he paid no mind to the two Night Court patrons in favor of those from his own court.
She kept her eyes on him, quite intimidating with those horns of his his and the peculiar split of his chest. It seemed like teeth lingered along the outside and Freya had a morbid curiosity if it might open, revealing a blackened heart at any moment.
”How many Solterrans does it take to give an offering?” She posed the question aloud, glancing at Mila. An unusual and strange looking smile had curled onto her lips, only to fall away at the arrival of Aislinn -- causing the banshee to pin back her ears in annoyance as the Champion of Battle joined the fray. This was certainly not how she had seen her night going, and it would put her off from visiting Caligo for a long time. Like a battering ram, the winged gypsy’s voice cut through them.
Her laughter floated out amongst the cavern like a mist, before cutting short -- a brow raised over one of her glass eyes. ”Oh...you were serious?” Freya said, pinning her ears back against her head. The gold and sapphire adornment on her face glinting as she turned her head away again. ”We were just fine until you decided to show up.” She said, although she too had a distrust of the daylight -- she wasn’t about to let anyone tell her what to do, even if it would piss Reich off that she defied his little Champion.
”Take yourself back to the Keep. Things were just getting fun.” She said nonchalantly, turning back to the group of Daylighters who smelled of sand and sun.
@Raum @Mila @Rhoswen @Torstein @Aislinn
