I left Freya to cool off after I had knocked her painting over and went back to pick up my ball and her easel. She might not show it often, but she was definitely angry.
I stared at the slightly muddy and wet painting and sighed. I knew how important art was to her. As I bent to pick both up, a hand beat me to the easel.
"It's alright, I can handle..." I trailed off at the sight of a familiar face. "Maria? You're back!" I threw my arms around her. "Wait, when did you get back? Does Freya know you're back? You're back!"
"As energetic as always I see."
"Well it's only fair," I released her from the hug to look at her. "You've were gone for over a month. There was nobody to help me keep up my early streak."
"Have you been sleeping in?" She asked, her tone suddenly getting serious.
