5/28/2025, 8:55 PM
Skill : 「none」
Did his voice always sound so comforting? Distantly she could hear Jaxxon and Joxer’s voices, a Spanish accent lacing their tongues in a way that was so different from the northern tinge that was rolled into Nóttin’s. The words from the devils were once considered warm and reassuring, but now it was the frá Norðri that roused such a powerful comfort. Shakily Freya sighed into his coat, soaking up his warmth greedily as she did her best to stabilize. He’d said he would talk to Sol and the rest, all that was left to do was trust him and his promises.
Freya’s tail patted the ground anxiously, unsure what she was meant to be displaying in the moment or how she was meant to behave around him. Guilt wracked her as she wondered if it was too rude to be pressed against him, invading his personal space so callously. Was she demanding too much of her childhood friend? To risk so much for the sake of her and her children? She’d shattered whatever peace he was living with in the blink of an eye.
Did his voice always sound so comforting? Distantly she could hear Jaxxon and Joxer’s voices, a Spanish accent lacing their tongues in a way that was so different from the northern tinge that was rolled into Nóttin’s. The words from the devils were once considered warm and reassuring, but now it was the frá Norðri that roused such a powerful comfort. Shakily Freya sighed into his coat, soaking up his warmth greedily as she did her best to stabilize. He’d said he would talk to Sol and the rest, all that was left to do was trust him and his promises.
Thank you, Nóttin,a quiet, cracking voice as she refused to pull away from the place she’d dubbed as her own haven—her nose nestled into the crook of his neck, just beneath his chin.
…After the tourney, I will go home with the Saints. I will gather my children, and I will prepare them to flee. Should we make it safely to the north, we will search for you.search for the safety of Dawnbreak.
Freya’s tail patted the ground anxiously, unsure what she was meant to be displaying in the moment or how she was meant to behave around him. Guilt wracked her as she wondered if it was too rude to be pressed against him, invading his personal space so callously. Was she demanding too much of her childhood friend? To risk so much for the sake of her and her children? She’d shattered whatever peace he was living with in the blink of an eye.
…Can you tell me about your home? About Dawnbreak?
