Bitterroot Valley mary, mary, quite contrary

Freyja was well aware of the fact that she had did wrong and as she was urged to, she quickly slinked back to safety at the Heda’s command. She felt funny within, a dizzying feeling wrenching her thudding heart as Thuringwethil spoke. “Y-Yes,” she offered, looking up so that she met the leader’s eyes momentarily. Her ears laid flat upon her skull as she turned her eyes to the ground and frowned, feeling ashamed at what she did.

“I won’t ever disobey you again.” And she meant it with all her heart.