Redsand Canyon pinyon

She could tell she had the woman’s full attention, and it made her for a moment feel like she was living up to the expectations she had placed on herself to tell the story with the same fervor her mother had. She grinned wide at the statement though a hint of sadness lingered in her eyes. Fear of Freya had been a huge part of the decision her father had made to not let women train, even if he never voiced it aloud. It had been her mother to tell her that. “I like to think so too, though in my experience, men fear a powerful woman, and will do anything to bring her down.” She had seen it time and time again.
 
She strove to be like Freya, even if she could not possibly compare. She listened intently as she explained the differences in their culture, a soft smile on her features. “I think there is merit in both…” She admitted, her head tilting to the side with a conspiratorial grin. “I’d argue some men appear tame but are far more wild than they let on.” In that moment, she thought back to her night with Kallik, the way she knew he shut himself down around others but the way he could simply be so free like Ymir when they were alone. Men were complicated.