[ Broadcast Mind ] Super late Kittytales!
[ The Forge is recording again - but it's not one of the traumatic memories visited upon Freya tonight, but a surprisingly pleasant one. ]
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The view is of a thicket by a lake, a short distance from the druid village Freya called home. Seated on a log is a Freya, about two years younger than she was now, with a basket that she was carefully weaving in her lap.
Occasionally she looked up at a pair that shared her resemblance - one a man 8 years her senior, the other a girl five years older. Both were armed with a set of throwing daggers, using an old tree for target practice.
"That would be three hits for me, and one hit for you, little sister. There's no way you're going to make the next two hits." The elder boy teased.
"Can to, and when I do, you'll have to give me that dagger you bought in town earlier today." The girl countered.
"What would you even do with a dagger? You're not a hunter, you're a girl."
THOCK. The dagger found it's mark, and the girl glanced at her brother, smug. He frowned, "Lucky shot."
"I don't think that was luck," Freya offered with a quiet, bemused smile. "Father taught her to throw daggers, the same as you."
"Hey, who's side are you on?" The boy protested. Freya giggled, ducking her head to resume her work.
"Freya's on her big sister's side, of course." The other girl smirked, drawing her dagger back for another throw. This time it locked into the trunk again slightly off of its mark. "Oh, I can taste the sweet victory now."
"Yeah, right, Cadi. Freya's on my side." Groused her brother. "It's down to one more through, and you know I'm going to make it." He took the dagger from his sister and aimed carefully. Carefully... "Just... gotta... concentrate."
His aiming was exaggerated, unquestionably lengthly. His sister heaved a sigh, "Will you throw it already?"
"Shh! I need absolute quiet," he scolded.
Freya put her work down to watch with interest. Their brother didn't see her or her sister exchange a glance with each other. Just as he was about to throw the dagger, Freya sneezed. Loudly.
The dagger flipped out of his hand, flying backwards and landing somewhere in the bushes. His sister smirked, "I do believe that was a win for me, Andras." She fluffed her shorter hair. Her brother stared first at her, then at Freya and finally pointed accusingly. "You did that on purpose."
Freya shook her head, already getting to her feet. "Did not." She took a cautious step back, the grin fighting for a place on her face.
"Freyaaaaa.." Andras mock-growled at her.
Cadi hurled herself in his way, "Run Freya!" She laughed, "Save yourself!" This ended in a shriek as her brother easily picked the girl up, took two large steps forward and chucked her into the lake.
Freya's laughter did little to save her from the same fate.
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[ The Forge ends on that less than somber note. Freya, not realizing the Forge was recording - indeed she forgot all about that feature - sits up in her bed and wipes at her face briefly, smiling absently. Honestly when was the last time she had such a nice dream? Too long. ]
[ Ooc: Took a little liberty with her past because li'l Freya's had way too much EVIL happen to her. She deserves some sweet dreams. It's almost Christmas after all! XD OR MAYBE IT'S ALL A FANTASY (dramatic sting)]
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The view is of a thicket by a lake, a short distance from the druid village Freya called home. Seated on a log is a Freya, about two years younger than she was now, with a basket that she was carefully weaving in her lap.
Occasionally she looked up at a pair that shared her resemblance - one a man 8 years her senior, the other a girl five years older. Both were armed with a set of throwing daggers, using an old tree for target practice.
"That would be three hits for me, and one hit for you, little sister. There's no way you're going to make the next two hits." The elder boy teased.
"Can to, and when I do, you'll have to give me that dagger you bought in town earlier today." The girl countered.
"What would you even do with a dagger? You're not a hunter, you're a girl."
THOCK. The dagger found it's mark, and the girl glanced at her brother, smug. He frowned, "Lucky shot."
"I don't think that was luck," Freya offered with a quiet, bemused smile. "Father taught her to throw daggers, the same as you."
"Hey, who's side are you on?" The boy protested. Freya giggled, ducking her head to resume her work.
"Freya's on her big sister's side, of course." The other girl smirked, drawing her dagger back for another throw. This time it locked into the trunk again slightly off of its mark. "Oh, I can taste the sweet victory now."
"Yeah, right, Cadi. Freya's on my side." Groused her brother. "It's down to one more through, and you know I'm going to make it." He took the dagger from his sister and aimed carefully. Carefully... "Just... gotta... concentrate."
His aiming was exaggerated, unquestionably lengthly. His sister heaved a sigh, "Will you throw it already?"
"Shh! I need absolute quiet," he scolded.
Freya put her work down to watch with interest. Their brother didn't see her or her sister exchange a glance with each other. Just as he was about to throw the dagger, Freya sneezed. Loudly.
The dagger flipped out of his hand, flying backwards and landing somewhere in the bushes. His sister smirked, "I do believe that was a win for me, Andras." She fluffed her shorter hair. Her brother stared first at her, then at Freya and finally pointed accusingly. "You did that on purpose."
Freya shook her head, already getting to her feet. "Did not." She took a cautious step back, the grin fighting for a place on her face.
"Freyaaaaa.." Andras mock-growled at her.
Cadi hurled herself in his way, "Run Freya!" She laughed, "Save yourself!" This ended in a shriek as her brother easily picked the girl up, took two large steps forward and chucked her into the lake.
Freya's laughter did little to save her from the same fate.
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[ The Forge ends on that less than somber note. Freya, not realizing the Forge was recording - indeed she forgot all about that feature - sits up in her bed and wipes at her face briefly, smiling absently. Honestly when was the last time she had such a nice dream? Too long. ]
[ Ooc: Took a little liberty with her past because li'l Freya's had way too much EVIL happen to her. She deserves some sweet dreams. It's almost Christmas after all! XD OR MAYBE IT'S ALL A FANTASY (dramatic sting)]