[ Video ] 1st Roar
[ Wherever she is, there is a lot of ivy around - well it's to be expected right, at the rate the vines were growing. Freya has removed herself from the most trafficked part of the city, huddled in an alley with a worried expression on her face. Honestly she didn't know what to think. She raised a shackled hand to pull the tattered sleeve of her torn-too-many-times-to-count dress up on her shoulder, staring into the Forge with a bewildered expression.
This thing was hers - she gathered that much, but when more information was offered, she fled. She would have to get it on her own. ]
...I ... [ Stop. Start again, skittish glances ever watchful. ] This...this isn't Camelot. [ Ordinarily a good thing for her, but...she is uneasy. And suspicious. And many other things. ]
Where am I? How did I get here?
[ Frankly here had to be a LOT better than Camelot. At least she was nowhere near the bounty hunter or Uther. She wasn't been carted off to her death. It WAS better than Camelot right? Right? ]
This thing was hers - she gathered that much, but when more information was offered, she fled. She would have to get it on her own. ]
...I ... [ Stop. Start again, skittish glances ever watchful. ] This...this isn't Camelot. [ Ordinarily a good thing for her, but...she is uneasy. And suspicious. And many other things. ]
Where am I? How did I get here?
[ Frankly here had to be a LOT better than Camelot. At least she was nowhere near the bounty hunter or Uther. She wasn't been carted off to her death. It WAS better than Camelot right? Right? ]