[ She'd wanted to get something from the marketplace. It was just supposed to be a quick trip and then run back - but she drew the attention of someone. Or something. She'd intended to turn the Forge on - or perhaps it was accidentally turned on when she was fumbling with it in her surprise, but whatever the reason, it was on now. ]Who are you
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She hears Freya's screams in person and follows them to the source as unerringly as a hound who's scented blood. Sprinting, axe at the ready, blur of red and black and flashing, deadly silver. ]
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When the sound of River's axe - wherever she found it - chopping into the Ogre's arm bring forth the beast's roars of pain and inevitably cause him to release Freya's leg, the druidess scrambled forward out of range, twisting around to stare in disbelief at her saviour.
Nevermind the injured leg, nevermind the spray of viscera and god knows what else - and despite everything in her screaming to flee - Freya froze in place to stare at the sight in sheer awe and shock. No way could that thing stand up to an assault like that for long. ]
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River turns instinctually for her next opponent and, finding none, takes a moment to breath, trickles of sweat and blood tickling her skin. She acknowledges Freya with a piercing stare, something animalistic in her dark gaze. She doesn't move closer. Her voice is small, still breathless, too girlish to match her macabre form. ]
Almost had you.
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I feared the worst, had you not shown up. [ It's hesitantly given, but genuine gratitude is filtered in her voice. ]
Thank you. ... we've spoken before, haven't we.
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[ A step forward, then another, curious of Freya but also hesitant. She's stranger in person, glancing around without meeting the gaze of the person she's speaking to, or staring too long all together, her movements unnaturally graceful. She tilts her head to the side. ]
We spoke. Can't say who listened.
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Or understood. [ Listening isn't always understanding, after all. She had to fight the wariness of the girl, as she fought wariness of everyone in this place. Which brought a thought. ]
You ... aren't from this place are you? [ She could mean Dismas, or she could be questioning whether River was a local - she highly doubted the latter. ]
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[ a little closer. ]
Do you know how to play Hide and Seek? I'll count one thousand elephants, two thousand elephants.
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Hide and Seek? [ ... it ... it was hardly the time for such. Hide, certainly but... ]
Yes, I know how ... it's...[ A game she played when she was little. All the same, it was an interesting way to put a less frightening twist on the scenario - and Freya had intended to hide, but... ]
Are you sure this is the proper time for a game like that...?
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[ She lifts a hand and places it across her eyes, blocking Freya from her sight. But she could still feel her there, fragile and wounded and dangerous. ]
Go.
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