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

Freyja was finding herself in a predicament that she had not found herself in before. Usually, she had found conversing to be an easy thing to do. But, in Seff’s presence, she was finding such a task to be more than difficult. Something about him made talking to him so intimidating and yet she was so drawn to him! What was it about him that made everything seem so impossible? She was used to being a confident, well-spoken woman, but under Seff’s oceanic stare she found herself reverting back to her childish tendencies. Lost within this sea of emotions, Freyja found herself mindlessly staring at him as he fumbled about his own emotions.

At his sudden blurting, something Freyja found herself becoming more accustomed to, Freyja perked to attention and nodded. Yes, friends!! That seemed like a great idea! Unaware of the romantic timeline-- or the fact that friends could have even be taken in a negative light, she found herself agreeing quickly. “Yes, that would be great!” The words tumbled seamlessly out of her mouth, suddenly finding herself with her first friend, too. She had her siblings and her packmates, but something about this seemed strangely different to her. But, regardless, she had to accept because even with how odd she felt, she found herself liking how she felt around him.

“What is the name of the place you live?” she asked, her eyes shining in wake of becoming Seff’s friend.