04-17-2026, 09:33 AM
FREJYA
Frejya had always been small, quite petite when compared to the majority of her family. Dainty and light balanced out by the dragon she had been somehow blessed with. She could remember feeling dainty and light as a young princess. Despite living amongst rot and death in the Valley, her youth had always felt so special. She had a - mostly - doting father and was surrounded by sisters she loved. In a tale as old as time, her father turned out to be a liar and a monster, ruining her trust and leaving a dark smudge on what was a seemingly perfect childhood.
That had pushed the mare to turn to her dragon as a space of comfort. Nobody could hurt her then.
The filly looked her over with two tone eyes, Frejya very intentionally pretending she hadn't heard the small call for her mother. Her mother had abandoned her and her heart ached momentarily for the girl. Had she also been abandoned by her mother? I don't know what I did to make them so angry. She sighed. "Some things seem to exist just to be a nuisance." She stated blandly. "You did nothing wrong. They should have minded their own." Perhaps she had done something to bother the birds. Frejya hadn't been here to witness whatever started the commotion, but that didn't matter.
She tilted her head as the girl coughed a bit, realizing it was probably from the smoke. She hadn't thought of that when she made the decision to get rid of the little bodies. "You're welcome." She shook her lithe body, scattering whatever bit of ash had decided to land across her black and golden hide. Frejya wanted to turn and leave now that the situation was dealt with, but something tugged at her. Something almost maternal? Protective? She wasn't sure. Maybe it was the memory of her own wrecked childhood being confronted with this filly, alone, upset, under attack, that was making her feel something other than the deep seeded anger that had embed itself in her long ago and never left.
So she did not turn and leave. Frejya wasn't entirely sure what she would do with a lost child. Maybe she wasn't even lost, this could quite easily be her home, and her mother could be looking for her at this very moment. Maybe she had a good mother who was concerned for her missing daughter. The filly turned and faced Frejya head on. Youthful two-tone eyes met Frejya's dead black stare. Are you my family? "No." She answered, firmly, quickly. The question and her own abrupt response startled her, and she shook her head softly. "I'm sorry." She apologized? "I don't have family. I am sure they're all dead. Fortunately for us, the place I once called home is long gone."
The Valley was gone, Beqanna had rid itself of that plague. That was the only place she had ever really known her family to reside and the only home she'd ever laid claim to. She did know that she once had family in the Chamber, but it wasn't family she ever knew. "Is this your home? Do you have family here?" Her stomach soured at the question, her own memories suddenly trying to claw their way to the front of her thoughts. She shoved them back, forcing a stoic expression to remain on her face despite the things that this encounter was dredging up.
That had pushed the mare to turn to her dragon as a space of comfort. Nobody could hurt her then.
The filly looked her over with two tone eyes, Frejya very intentionally pretending she hadn't heard the small call for her mother. Her mother had abandoned her and her heart ached momentarily for the girl. Had she also been abandoned by her mother? I don't know what I did to make them so angry. She sighed. "Some things seem to exist just to be a nuisance." She stated blandly. "You did nothing wrong. They should have minded their own." Perhaps she had done something to bother the birds. Frejya hadn't been here to witness whatever started the commotion, but that didn't matter.
She tilted her head as the girl coughed a bit, realizing it was probably from the smoke. She hadn't thought of that when she made the decision to get rid of the little bodies. "You're welcome." She shook her lithe body, scattering whatever bit of ash had decided to land across her black and golden hide. Frejya wanted to turn and leave now that the situation was dealt with, but something tugged at her. Something almost maternal? Protective? She wasn't sure. Maybe it was the memory of her own wrecked childhood being confronted with this filly, alone, upset, under attack, that was making her feel something other than the deep seeded anger that had embed itself in her long ago and never left.
So she did not turn and leave. Frejya wasn't entirely sure what she would do with a lost child. Maybe she wasn't even lost, this could quite easily be her home, and her mother could be looking for her at this very moment. Maybe she had a good mother who was concerned for her missing daughter. The filly turned and faced Frejya head on. Youthful two-tone eyes met Frejya's dead black stare. Are you my family? "No." She answered, firmly, quickly. The question and her own abrupt response startled her, and she shook her head softly. "I'm sorry." She apologized? "I don't have family. I am sure they're all dead. Fortunately for us, the place I once called home is long gone."
The Valley was gone, Beqanna had rid itself of that plague. That was the only place she had ever really known her family to reside and the only home she'd ever laid claim to. She did know that she once had family in the Chamber, but it wasn't family she ever knew. "Is this your home? Do you have family here?" Her stomach soured at the question, her own memories suddenly trying to claw their way to the front of her thoughts. She shoved them back, forcing a stoic expression to remain on her face despite the things that this encounter was dredging up.
if i lead us all to ruin, we will burn in hell together
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Sol