Rising Sun Valley You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

Though her description had been short, it seemed to intrigue Seff enough to ask more of her. She smiled at this, seeing the same curiosity in him that she often found within herself. With his next question in the queue, Freyja felt her smile grow somewhat impish in that moment.

“Feisripa means “tiger” in my culture, but, “tiger” translates to “face ripper”. She paused, allowing a moment for the definition to settle with him. “But, I’m actually quite nice-- I promise,” she added quickly with a smirk. “I would never rip your face off because it looks too nice---” she froze there, realizing that she had gone too far in her first flirtatious jaunt.

Every fibre within her body told her to run away, but, she did just the opposite and looked away as her cheeks flushed and a look of horror. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! Keeping her head lowered, she stole a peek at him and laughed as she awaited her certain doom. She could feel her stomach eat herself in this instance and she wondered just how he would react to all of this.

Perhaps it was almost her time to run away from this.