She pinned Raum with a glare, refusing to be the one who ruined the quicksilver’s cover -- twisting her ears back until they flattened against her head. Rhoswen would know that Freya knew him, but she wasn’t going to admit it outloud and she hoped that the convert knew better too. And it seemed that she did, holding her tongue in a movement that Freya would begrudge her as wise. The mare tousled the dark waves at her face, brushing them away so that the warm night air could breeze by her more easily. Her insides were twisting with an ever tightening anxiety, but from the outside she appeared as cool as her icy gaze. @Rhoswen
”I don’t take kindly to anyone telling me what to do.” She said airily, her voice crackling with unspoken venom. ”If you want to call that discord, then by all means...take that back to the sand pit you crawled from.” @Raum
When she turned her head again, it was to meet the caustic cardinal three-eyed gaze of the beast who was eyeing her in return; but Freya was used to the eyes of men on her body. That was all they ever seemed to look at. The lush curly mass of hair that made up her tail swished lazily at her hocks, her glass eyes meeting his with not an ounce of defiance, but rather an intrigue that would invite him closer if he desired. She only let her eyes divert from his towering frame once he had looked away, rolling her shoulders as though she had won some battle that only she knew about inside her mind’s eye.
It was Aislinn’s words that caused the temperature in the caverns to drop, her mind’s youth betrayed by the stupidity that she allowed to flow forth in the presence of enemies. The Lady in Blue would tear her a new one, Champion of Battle or not for being so irresponsible with that tongue. The two of them were the same age, but Freya was certain that she had seen far more of the world’s cruelty than this stardust-wielding brat. @Aislinn
”Shut your mouth, Aislinn.” She warned, her words a hiss. ”Don’t presume to speak for anyone, especially me. I don’t want your ‘protection’.” She sneered -- holding a foolish hope to her chest that the gypsy would know when she was outmatched. Tor had brute strength and size, which wouldn’t guarantee him a win but it would put Raum in a position of weakness if they began an all out brawl in the caverns of worship.
”Have you no respect for the gods?” She tried again, her voice much more smooth -- calling them to remember that this was a place of worship, a sacred place. Her muscles, strong from her training as a dancer and woman of pleasure, tensed as she waited for the cream colored brute to issue a threat.
And he did, though perhaps to an untrained ear it would not sound like much. The dancer made her move with swiftness, a reaction that she made without thinking as she inserted herself between the brute and the bird, her lips reaching to place a tiny nip onto the cream-colored shoulder. It wouldn’t hurt too much, more of a loving sort than anything else and she was prepared to take any consequences that it might have to touch him. @Torstein
”Play nicely.” She said, her voice more stern and twisted her head to Aislinn -- pinning her ears back at the stormsinger which meant giving her back to the Day Court Warden. ”Both of you. Like I said, this is the place for worship -- a neutral ground.”
She may not have cared for the Champion, but that didn’t mean she was going to let a fight start between them. Day and Night already had such strained relations as it were, she wasn’t about to let things slide into chaos while she still had a chance. Reich would have her head if she didn't try to put a stop to things.
All of you are tagged at moments where Freya interacts or thinks heavily about you! :3 Sorry @Mila, she’s forgotten about you for now xD Sorry for the wait and the kinda garbage-ness of this post xD
”I don’t take kindly to anyone telling me what to do.” She said airily, her voice crackling with unspoken venom. ”If you want to call that discord, then by all means...take that back to the sand pit you crawled from.” @Raum
When she turned her head again, it was to meet the caustic cardinal three-eyed gaze of the beast who was eyeing her in return; but Freya was used to the eyes of men on her body. That was all they ever seemed to look at. The lush curly mass of hair that made up her tail swished lazily at her hocks, her glass eyes meeting his with not an ounce of defiance, but rather an intrigue that would invite him closer if he desired. She only let her eyes divert from his towering frame once he had looked away, rolling her shoulders as though she had won some battle that only she knew about inside her mind’s eye.
It was Aislinn’s words that caused the temperature in the caverns to drop, her mind’s youth betrayed by the stupidity that she allowed to flow forth in the presence of enemies. The Lady in Blue would tear her a new one, Champion of Battle or not for being so irresponsible with that tongue. The two of them were the same age, but Freya was certain that she had seen far more of the world’s cruelty than this stardust-wielding brat. @Aislinn
”Shut your mouth, Aislinn.” She warned, her words a hiss. ”Don’t presume to speak for anyone, especially me. I don’t want your ‘protection’.” She sneered -- holding a foolish hope to her chest that the gypsy would know when she was outmatched. Tor had brute strength and size, which wouldn’t guarantee him a win but it would put Raum in a position of weakness if they began an all out brawl in the caverns of worship.
”Have you no respect for the gods?” She tried again, her voice much more smooth -- calling them to remember that this was a place of worship, a sacred place. Her muscles, strong from her training as a dancer and woman of pleasure, tensed as she waited for the cream colored brute to issue a threat.
And he did, though perhaps to an untrained ear it would not sound like much. The dancer made her move with swiftness, a reaction that she made without thinking as she inserted herself between the brute and the bird, her lips reaching to place a tiny nip onto the cream-colored shoulder. It wouldn’t hurt too much, more of a loving sort than anything else and she was prepared to take any consequences that it might have to touch him. @Torstein
”Play nicely.” She said, her voice more stern and twisted her head to Aislinn -- pinning her ears back at the stormsinger which meant giving her back to the Day Court Warden. ”Both of you. Like I said, this is the place for worship -- a neutral ground.”
She may not have cared for the Champion, but that didn’t mean she was going to let a fight start between them. Day and Night already had such strained relations as it were, she wasn’t about to let things slide into chaos while she still had a chance. Reich would have her head if she didn't try to put a stop to things.
