Freya was walking out side of her coven house, the somber mood in her home, causing her too much distress. She was meandering down the paths to the flower gardens, the small pond there always helped to calm her down. The moon was shining brightly, almost as Selene herself was trying to give comfort to the mythics over the loss of Aislinn. Freya found herself sitting on one of the benches, mesmerized by the reflection of the moon over the still water. The quiet only broken by the songs of the crickets and gentle chirping of the frogs along the water's edge.
Freya was lost in her own thoughts, while making soft ripples in the water. Her path has always been so sure, she was a fire fighter, she was a protector of innocent people. Fires were simple to fight, they had no emotions mixe
