Freya and Rory walk back to the castle, once again in silence. This might be the most quiet Rory has been around her since...since ever. They reach the front steps, and Freya's ready to say a brief goodbye and escape into her room.
But Rory stops on the steps, eyeing Freya. A playful smile teasing his lips, “Was it as bad as you thought it would be?"
Freya looks at him, c*****g her head, “Which part are you talking about?"
He gives a low chuckle, “The celebration I mean, over the past few days. I know it was a lot, all things considering. I'm sure our traditions seem strange to a…" He searches for the right word, but lets it trail off. Freya understands what he means. A human.
“I've never seen a celebration like that. My town had small holidays, they would decorate the streets. But n
