Rising Sun Valley need a little happy ever after

It seemed as if the hands of fate brought together Freyja and Seff once more. Traveling southward, perhaps for the last time before the thick of Winter struck the Teekon Wilds, Freyja had taken the opportunity to get out and see the world a little. Everything at Sleeping Dragon seemed to be under control, and as such, Freyja had let her family know of her intentions before departing.

She had only been gone for two days, taking very little time for resting, and soon enough had found herself in the Rising Sun Valley. Though she had never traveled this far alone, the child felt relatively at ease in her loneliness. Despite being a homebody, Freyja had more recently felt the need to get out in the world and take the initiative to learn about the world around her. Though she would always be loyal to Trigeda, she knew it’d be ignorant of her (especially as a Chronicler) to reject the other stories of the other cultures out there. She wanted to learn more about everybody.

The frost beneath her paws crunched gently as she made her way through the unknown territory. Soon enough, as she neared the glade, a familiar figure settled in the distance. Pausing, she tilted her head, as if she didn’t believe what she saw.

“Seff?” her heart fluttered as she spoke out and a gentle pout fell upon her lips. How did they always happen to find each other whenever she journeyed?